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The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.

Lucretius

True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
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Mindset Pity Power True Universe
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
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Anand Thakur
Our life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
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Anand Thakur
Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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Explanation Myself Wind
So much wrong could religion induce.
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Religion Wrong
Fear is the mother of all gods.
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Anand Thakur
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
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Drops Fall Power Stone
How many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]
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Anand Thakur
Too often in time past, religion has brought forth criminal and shameful actions… How many evils has religion caused?
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Action Crime Often Past Reason Religion Time
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
Continual dropping wears away a stone.
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Anand Thakur
There is nothing that exists so great or marvelous that over time mankind does not admire it less and less.
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Anand Thakur
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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Anand Thakur
Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
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Anand Thakur

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