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We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

Lucretius

Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
Fear is the mother of all gods.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
LUCRETIUS

Amongst Arise Bitter Flower Fountain Spread
Nothing comes from nothing.
LUCRETIUS

Empty One Liner
Lucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
No matter how difficult a task may look.. Persistence and steady action will get you through.
LUCRETIUS

Action Difficult Task Willing Yourself
The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since things require a seed to start from.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
There is no place in nature for extinction.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
The dreadful fear of hell is to be driven out, which disturbs the life of man and renders it miserable, overcasting all things with the blackness of darkness, and leaving no pure, unalloyed pleasure.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
Now come: that thou mayst able be to know That minds and the light souls of all that live Have mortal birth and death, I will go on Verses to build meet for thy rule of life, Sought after long, discovered with sweet toil.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
Nothing can be created out of nothing.
LUCRETIUS

Creation Existence
The body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
LUCRETIUS

Anand Thakur
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
LUCRETIUS

Heaven Level Victory

We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.

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