Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
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Anand Thakur
Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
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.
LUCRETIUSNo single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings – the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.
LUCRETIUSAll things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
LUCRETIUSNow come: that thou mayst able be to know That minds and the light souls of all that live Have mortal birth and death, I will go on Verses to build meet for thy rule of life, Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.
LUCRETIUSOnly religion can lead to such evil.
LUCRETIUSWhat can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
LUCRETIUSMen conceal the past scenes of their lives.
LUCRETIUSLife is one long struggle in the dark.
LUCRETIUSTrue piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
LUCRETIUSNothing comes from nothing.
LUCRETIUSThe sum total of all sums total is eternal.
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.
LUCRETIUSWhy dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?
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.
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.
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