We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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Anand Thakur
We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
LUCRETIUSThe mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
LUCRETIUSMeantime, when once we know from nothing still Nothing can be create, we shall divine More clearly what we seek: those elements From which alone all things created are, And how accomplished by no tool of Gods.
LUCRETIUSContinual dropping wears away a stone.
LUCRETIUSIf the matter of death is reduced to sleep and rest, what can there be so bitter in it, that any one should pine in eternal grief for the decease of a friend?
LUCRETIUSThe body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
LUCRETIUSIn the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSThe old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
LUCRETIUSThe water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
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.
LUCRETIUSAll 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.
LUCRETIUSBodies, again, Are partly primal germs of things, and partly Unions deriving from the primal germs.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSThe wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
LUCRETIUSTrue piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
LUCRETIUSFalling drops will at last wear away stone.
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