Now come: that thou mayst able be to know That minds and the light souls of all that live Have mortal birth and death, I will go on Verses to build meet for thy rule of life, Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.
LUCRETIUSTears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
More Lucretius Quotes
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In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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How many evils have flowed from religion.
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Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
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What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
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Thus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.
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The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Truths kindle light for truths.
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So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
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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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It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.
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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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Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
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All 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.
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