All nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which they’re set, and where they’re moved around.
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Anand Thakur
All nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which they’re set, and where they’re moved around.
LUCRETIUSNothing can be created out of nothing.
LUCRETIUSFor 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.
LUCRETIUSMen are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSIt’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.
LUCRETIUSIt is pleasurable, when winds disturb the waves of a great sea, to gaze out from land upon the great trials of another.
LUCRETIUSThe water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
LUCRETIUSAll things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
LUCRETIUSThe mask is torn off, while the reality remains
LUCRETIUSThere is no place in nature for extinction.
LUCRETIUSThe old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSThere is so much wrong with the world.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSThe dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.
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