In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUS
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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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In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
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It’s easier to avoid the snares of love than to escape once you are in that net.
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We in the light sometimes fear what is no more to be feared than the things children in the dark hold in terror and imagine will come true.
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Nothing can be created out of nothing.
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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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By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
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Human life lay foul before men’s eyes, crushed to the dust beneath religion’s weight.
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If God can do anything he can make a stone so heavy that even he can’t lift it. Then there is something God cannot do, he cannot lift the stone. Therefore God does not exist.
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Lucretius, who follows [Epicurus] in denouncing love, sees no harm in sexual intercourse provided it is divorced from passion.
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If 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?
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Life is one long struggle in the dark.
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Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.
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Truths kindle light for truths.
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Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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The mask is torn off, while the reality remains
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