Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
LUCRETIUSIf one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.
More Lucretius Quotes
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Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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Those vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.
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No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.
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Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
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Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.
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Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.
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No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings – the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.
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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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Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
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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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Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.
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From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
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All life is a struggle in the dark.
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Bodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
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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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