These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
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Anand Thakur
These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
LUCRETIUSIt 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.
LUCRETIUSOne Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
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?
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.
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.
LUCRETIUSYou alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.
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.
LUCRETIUSPleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
LUCRETIUSThere is no place in nature for extinction.
LUCRETIUSO goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
LUCRETIUSNow 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.
LUCRETIUSIt’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
LUCRETIUSI own with reason: for, if men but knew Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong By some device unconquered to withstand Religions and the menacings of seers.
LUCRETIUSMother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
LUCRETIUSThe mask is torn off, while the reality remains
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