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Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

Lucretius

The first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
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Anand Thakur
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
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Anand Thakur
There can be no centre in infinity.
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Anand Thakur
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
All life is a struggle in the dark.
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Darkness Life One Liner Struggle
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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Cling Degree Flow Fragment
Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
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Anand Thakur
For out of doubt In these affairs ’tis each man’s will itself That gives the start, and hence throughout our limbs Incipient motions are diffused.
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Anand Thakur
All things obey fixed laws.
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Fix Law Obedience One Liner
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
How is it that the sky feeds the stars?
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Feed Sky Stars
Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
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Anand Thakur
Under what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
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Creation Law Life Necessary Rule Strong Time
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
All 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.
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Anand Thakur
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur

Nothing from nothing ever yet was born.

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