Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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Anand Thakur
Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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Meantime, 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.
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It is pleasant, when the sea is high and the winds are dashing the waves about, to watch from the shores the struggles of another.
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Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
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Some 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.
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So 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.
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How many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]
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One thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
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O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
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Thus, then, the All that is is limited In no one region of its onward paths, For then ‘tmust have forever its beyond.
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Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
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Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the seas That with the blustering winds turmoiled be.
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The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
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Thus 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.
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Nothing comes from nothing.
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