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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Anand Thakur
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?
LUCRETIUSBy protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
LUCRETIUSAnd life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
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.
LUCRETIUSIf God can do anything he can make a stone so heavy that even he can’t lift it. Then there is something God cannot do, he cannot lift the stone. Therefore God does not exist.
LUCRETIUSThus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.
LUCRETIUSThe first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
LUCRETIUSFrom the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
LUCRETIUSOut beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air’s embrace.
LUCRETIUSTis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
LUCRETIUSWhenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
LUCRETIUSWhat came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
LUCRETIUSVictory puts us on a level with heaven.
LUCRETIUSFalling drops will at last wear away stone.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSGlobed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
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