O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
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Anand Thakur
O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
LUCRETIUSFalling drops will at last wear away stone.
LUCRETIUSI own with reason: for, if men but knew Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong By some device unconquered to withstand Religions and the menacings of seers.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSOnly religion can lead to such evil.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods.
LUCRETIUSViolence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
LUCRETIUSEpicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
LUCRETIUSNothing from nothing ever yet was born.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSBy protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSNever trust the calm sea when she shows her false alluring smile.
LUCRETIUSAir, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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