It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.
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Anand Thakur
It is doubtful what fortune to-morrow will bring.
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.
LUCRETIUSAll nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which they’re set, and where they’re moved around.
LUCRETIUSHow many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]
LUCRETIUSNature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
LUCRETIUSAll things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
LUCRETIUSTrue piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSOne thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
LUCRETIUSHow is it that the sky feeds the stars?
LUCRETIUSIt is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.
LUCRETIUSHuman life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.
LUCRETIUSWhat is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUSThe wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
LUCRETIUSTo none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.
LUCRETIUSFor thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
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