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.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSTruths kindle light for truths.
LUCRETIUSIt is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.
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.
LUCRETIUSWe in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
LUCRETIUSThus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
LUCRETIUSOur life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
LUCRETIUSTis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
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.
LUCRETIUSFrom the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment.
LUCRETIUSUnder what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
LUCRETIUSViolence and wrong enclose all who commit them in their meshes and do mostly recoil on him from whom they begin.
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.
LUCRETIUSAll things obey fixed laws.
LUCRETIUSMeantime, when once we know from nothing still Nothing can be create, we shall divine More clearly what we seek: those elements From which alone all things created are, And how accomplished by no tool of Gods.
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