Do 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?
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Anand Thakur
Do 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?
LUCRETIUSFor out of doubt In these affairs ’tis each man’s will itself That gives the start, and hence throughout our limbs Incipient motions are diffused.
LUCRETIUSSweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
LUCRETIUSBy protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
LUCRETIUSWhat once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
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.
LUCRETIUSHuman life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.
LUCRETIUSWhat can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
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.
LUCRETIUSWe notice that the mind grows with the body, and with it decays.
LUCRETIUSWe, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
LUCRETIUSThough the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
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.
LUCRETIUSTis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
LUCRETIUSWhen bodies spring apart, because the air Somehow condenses, wander they from truth: For then a void is formed, where none before; And, too, a void is filled which was before.
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