Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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Anand Thakur
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
LUCRETIUSThe first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
LUCRETIUSNo matter how difficult a task may look.. Persistence and steady action will get you through.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSLucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
LUCRETIUSHow wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
LUCRETIUSTears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
LUCRETIUSSo, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
LUCRETIUSThings stand apart so far and differ, that What’s food for one is poison for another.
LUCRETIUSFrom the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
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.
LUCRETIUSWhat is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
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.
LUCRETIUSTo ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.
LUCRETIUSWe, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
LUCRETIUSRest, 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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