You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
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Anand Thakur
You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
LUCRETIUSTherefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
LUCRETIUSSo it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.
LUCRETIUSHow wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
LUCRETIUSA falling drop at last will carve a stone.
LUCRETIUSFrom the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
LUCRETIUSNot they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.
LUCRETIUSRest, 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.
LUCRETIUSThere is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.
LUCRETIUSIf men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.
LUCRETIUSDo we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
LUCRETIUSWhat is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUSDeath is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
LUCRETIUSWhenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
LUCRETIUSWhy dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?
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