All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
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Anand Thakur
All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSWhat came from the earth returns back to the earth, and the spirit that was sent from heaven, again carried back, is received into the temple of heaven.
LUCRETIUSAll life is a struggle in the dark.
LUCRETIUSConstant dripping hollows out a stone.
LUCRETIUSLook at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.
LUCRETIUSGlobed from the atoms falling slow or swift I see the suns, I see the systems lift Their forms; and even the systems and the suns Shall go back slowly to the eternal drift.
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.
LUCRETIUSWere a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.
LUCRETIUSContinual dropping wears away a stone.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
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.
LUCRETIUSTrue piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
LUCRETIUSYet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
LUCRETIUSWe notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.
LUCRETIUSThe wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
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