Men are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.
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Anand Thakur
Men are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.
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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.
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How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
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Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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The 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.
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Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
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What 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.
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So much wrong could religion induce.
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The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
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Religious questions have often led to wicked and impious actions.
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Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.
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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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If one thing frightens people, it is that so much happens, on earth and out in space, the reasons for which seem somehow to escape them, and they fill in the gap by putting it down to the gods.
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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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Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
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