Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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Anand Thakur
Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
LUCRETIUSFrom the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
LUCRETIUSTo none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.
LUCRETIUSLook at a man in the midst of doubt & danger and you will learn in his hour of adversity what he really is.
LUCRETIUSSo it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.
LUCRETIUSOne Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
LUCRETIUSViolence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
LUCRETIUSWhenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
LUCRETIUSPleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
LUCRETIUSWe in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
LUCRETIUSToo often in time past, religion has brought forth criminal and shameful actions… How many evils has religion caused?
LUCRETIUSBy protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
LUCRETIUSNo fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.
LUCRETIUSThus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
LUCRETIUSYou alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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