From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Anand Thakur
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSWe plainly perceive that the mind strengthens and decays with the body.
LUCRETIUSThese the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
LUCRETIUSLook at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSThe first-beginnings of things cannot be distinguished by the eye.
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.
LUCRETIUSIf men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.
LUCRETIUSThe mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
LUCRETIUSThe mask is torn off, while the reality remains
LUCRETIUSDo we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
LUCRETIUSAll life is a struggle in the dark.
LUCRETIUSThose 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.
LUCRETIUSWhat once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
LUCRETIUSYou 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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