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Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.

Lucretius

Continual dropping wears away a stone.
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Anand Thakur
Nothing comes from nothing.
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Empty One Liner
All things keep on in everlasting motion, Out of the infinite come the particles, Speeding above, below, in endless dance.
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Anand Thakur
There is so much wrong with the world.
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World Wrong
And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.
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Anand Thakur
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
Tis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
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Anand Thakur
We, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
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Anand Thakur
Never trust the calm sea when she shows her false alluring smile.
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Anand Thakur
Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
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Live Man Past Scene
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
Fear holds dominion over mortality Only because, seeing in land and sky So much the cause whereof no wise they know, Men think Divinities are working there.
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Divine Dominant Fear Land Sky Wisdom Work
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
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Drops Fall Hole Rain Stone
Only religion can lead to such evil.
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Evil Leadership Religion
Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.
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Anand Thakur
Victory puts us on a level with heaven.
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Heaven Level Victory

Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.

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Thus it comes That earth, without her seasons of fixed rains, Could bear no produce such as makes us glad, And whatsoever lives, if shut from food, Prolongs its kind and guards its life no more.

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