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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Lucretius

No 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.
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Cling Degree Flow Fragment
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Those vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.
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God Man Nature Prevent Quite Reason Worthy
The sum of all sums is eternity.
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Anand Thakur
Lucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
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Anand Thakur
Such crimes has superstition caused.
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Crime Reason Superstition
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
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Anand Thakur
All life is a struggle in the dark.
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Darkness Life One Liner Struggle
The sum total of all sums total is eternal.
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Forever Total
You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
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Anand Thakur
Truths kindle light for truths.
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Light One Liner Truth
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
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Heaven Level Victory
There can be no centre in infinity.
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Anand Thakur
How is it that the sky feeds the stars?
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Feed Sky Stars

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