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How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.

Lucretius

For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
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Anand Thakur
Tears for the mourners who are left behind Peace everlasting for the quiet dead.
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Anand Thakur
Things stand apart so far and differ, that What’s food for one is poison for another.
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Food Oneself Poison Stand
Never trust the calm sea when she shows her false alluring smile.
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Anand Thakur
Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
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Anand Thakur
How many evils has religion caused! [Lat., Tantum religio potuit suadere malorum!]
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Anand Thakur
A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
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Drops Fall Power Stone
To ask for power is forcing uphill a stone which after all rolls back again from the summit and seeks in headlong haste the levels of the plain.
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Anand Thakur
Some species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
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Anand Thakur
Nothing comes from nothing.
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Empty One Liner
What once sprung from the earth sinks back into the earth.
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Earth Sink
Not they who reject the gods are profane, but those who accept them.
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Anand Thakur
Whenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
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Anand Thakur
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead.
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Anand Thakur
The old must always make way for the new, and one thing must be built out of the ruins of another. There is no murky pit of hell awaiting anyone.
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Await Built Old Way
Thus the sum Forever is replenished, and we live As mortals by eternal give and take. The nations wax, the nations wane away; In a brief space the generations pass, And like to runners hand the lamp of life One unto other.
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Anand Thakur

How wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.

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