Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
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Anand Thakur
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
LUCRETIUSAll nature, then, as self-sustained, consists Of twain of things: of bodies and of void In which they’re set, and where they’re moved around.
LUCRETIUSIf men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.
LUCRETIUSFrom the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSConfess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.
LUCRETIUSThe mask is torn off, while the reality remains
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.
LUCRETIUSForbear to spew out reason from your mind, but rather ponder everything with keen judgment; and if it seems true, own yourself vanquished, but, if it is false, gird up your loins to fight.
LUCRETIUSYet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
LUCRETIUSAir, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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?
LUCRETIUSLucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
LUCRETIUSFor fools admire and love those things they see hidden in verses turned all upside down, and take for truth what sweetly strokes the ears and comes with sound of phrases fine imbued.
LUCRETIUSMen are eager to tread underfoot what they have once too much feared.
LUCRETIUSThe body searches for that which has injured the mind with love.
LUCRETIUSTears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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