Gently touching with the charm of poetry.
LUCRETIUSUnder 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.
More Lucretius Quotes
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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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Those things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
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Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
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So, little by little, time brings out each several thing into view, and reason raises it up into the shores of light.
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So it is more useful to watch a man in times of peril, and in adversity to discern what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn from the depths of his heart, and the mask is torn off, reality remains.
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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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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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The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
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Were a man to order his life by the rules of true reason, a frugal substance joined to a contented mind is for him great riches; for never is there any lack of a little.
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Mother of Aeneas, pleasure of men and gods.
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I own with reason: for, if men but knew Some fixed end to ills, they would be strong By some device unconquered to withstand Religions and the menacings of seers.
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Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.
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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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Those vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.
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We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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