Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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Anand Thakur
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
LUCRETIUSThose vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.
LUCRETIUSO goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
LUCRETIUSSome species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
LUCRETIUSWhy dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?
LUCRETIUSThe sum total of all sums total is eternal (meaning the universe).
LUCRETIUSSuch evil deeds could religion prompt.
LUCRETIUSOnly religion can lead to such evil.
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.
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.
LUCRETIUSTherefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
LUCRETIUSThe 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.
LUCRETIUSThere can be no centre in infinity.
LUCRETIUSThus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
LUCRETIUSAll things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
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