In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSConfess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.
LUCRETIUSTherefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
LUCRETIUSThe sum of all sums is eternity.
LUCRETIUSNo 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.
LUCRETIUSViolence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
LUCRETIUSThus 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.
LUCRETIUSWe cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
LUCRETIUSIt’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
LUCRETIUSYou may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.
LUCRETIUSTime changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
LUCRETIUSLucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSBodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
LUCRETIUSTo none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.
LUCRETIUSTears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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