Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
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Anand Thakur
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
LUCRETIUSWe, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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.
LUCRETIUSMen conceal the past scenes of their lives.
LUCRETIUSSo much wrong could religion induce.
LUCRETIUSGently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSLife is one long struggle in the dark.
LUCRETIUSIt’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net whose cords and knots are strong; but even so, enmeshed, entangled, you can still get out unless, poor fool, you stand in your own way.
LUCRETIUSIt is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.
LUCRETIUSNothing from nothing ever yet was born.
LUCRETIUSNothing can be created out of nothing.
LUCRETIUSThere is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.
LUCRETIUSSuch crimes has superstition caused.
LUCRETIUSNo 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.
LUCRETIUSAll things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
LUCRETIUSNature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
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