From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSForbear 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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Air, I should explain, becomes wind when it is agitated.
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Falling drops will at last wear away stone.
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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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The highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
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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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How many evils have flowed from religion.
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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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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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And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
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No fact is so simple that it is not harder to believe than to doubt at the first presentation. Equally, there is nothing so mighty or so marvelous that the wonder it evokes does not tend to diminish in time.
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One Man’s food is another Man’s Poison
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All things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
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O goddess, bestow on my words an immortal charm.
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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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The 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.
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