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

Lucretius

A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
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Drops Fall Power Stone
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
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Continual dropping wears away a stone.
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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
O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
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Anand Thakur
Fear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
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Anand Thakur
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
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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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Anand Thakur
Death is nothing to us, it matters not one jot, since the nature of the mind is understood to be mortal.
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Anand Thakur
The water hollows out the stone, not by force but drop by drop.
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Anand Thakur
Out beyond our world there are, elsewhere, other assemblages of matter making other worlds. Ours is not the only one in air’s embrace.
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Anand Thakur
All things around, convulsed with violent thunder, seem to tremble, and the mighty walls of the capacious world appear at once to have started and burst asunder.
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Anand Thakur
By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Death Life Oneself
What can give us more sure knowledge than our senses? How else can we distinguish between the true and the false?
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Anand Thakur
Do we not see all humans unaware Of what they want, and always searching everywhere, And changing place, as if to drop the load they bear?
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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

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

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