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.
LUCRETIUSThose things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
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.
LUCRETIUSSo potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.
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.
LUCRETIUSReligious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.
LUCRETIUSOne thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
LUCRETIUSConfess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.
LUCRETIUSThe body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
LUCRETIUSAnd life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
LUCRETIUSThe highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
LUCRETIUSSweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
LUCRETIUSContinual dropping wears away a stone.
LUCRETIUSSome species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
LUCRETIUSAll life is a struggle in the dark.
LUCRETIUSNothing comes from nothing.
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