These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
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Anand Thakur
These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
LUCRETIUSHow many evils have flowed from religion.
LUCRETIUSSuch evil deeds could religion prompt.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSAll 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.
LUCRETIUSIt is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.
LUCRETIUSDeath is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
LUCRETIUSWe cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
LUCRETIUSWhat can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
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.
LUCRETIUSNothing can be created out of nothing.
LUCRETIUSHow is it that the sky feeds the stars?
LUCRETIUSNature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.
LUCRETIUSO goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
LUCRETIUSIt is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
LUCRETIUSAll life is a struggle in the dark.
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