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Lucretius

The sum total of all sums total is eternal (meaning the universe).
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Forever Sum Total Universe
Nothing comes from nothing.
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Empty One Liner
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
Lucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
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Anand Thakur
If the matter of death is reduced to sleep and rest, what can there be so bitter in it, that any one should pine in eternal grief for the decease of a friend?
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Anand Thakur
Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.
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Anand Thakur
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
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Heaven Level Victory
Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.
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Anand Thakur
To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.
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Anand Thakur
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
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Drops Fall Hole Rain Stone
The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
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Anand Thakur
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur
Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
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Anand Thakur
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
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Action Evil Religion
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
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Anand Thakur
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
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Anand Thakur

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