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In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

Lucretius

Nature repairs one thing from another and allows nothing to be born without the aid of another’s death.
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Allow Born Death Nature Repair
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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Absence Blow Guilty Mindset
There is no place in nature for extinction.
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Anand Thakur
Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all things return dissolved into their elements.
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Anand Thakur
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
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Live Man Past Scene
Such evil deeds could religion prompt.
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Anand Thakur
Under what law each thing was created, and how necessary it is for it to continue under this, and how it cannot annul the strong rules that govern its lifetime.
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Creation Law Life Necessary Rule Strong Time
True piety lies rather in the power to contemplate the universe with a quiet mind.
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Mindset Pity Power True Universe
One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
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Food Man Poison
To none is life given in freehold; to all on lease.
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Anand Thakur
Only religion can lead to such evil.
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Evil Leadership Religion
The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
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Anand Thakur
Truths kindle light for truths.
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Light One Liner Truth
Life is one long struggle in the dark.
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Anand Thakur
Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.
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Anand Thakur
From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
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Anand Thakur

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

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