Epicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
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Anand Thakur
Epicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
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Forbear 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.
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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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The nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.
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Deprived of pain, and also deprived of danger, able to do what it wants, [Nature] does not need us, nor understands our deserts, and it cannot be angry.
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Human life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.
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We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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All 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.
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Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
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How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
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It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
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Confess then, naught from nothing can become, Since all must have their seeds, wherefrom to grow, Wherefrom to reach the gentle fields of air.
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Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
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To none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.
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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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If 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?
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