The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
LUCRETIUSIf 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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The nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.
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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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Time changes the nature of the whole world; Everything passes from one state to another And nothing stays like itself.
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A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
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Men conceal the past scenes of their lives.
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The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.
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From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
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All life is a struggle in the dark.
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Rest, brother, rest. Have you done ill or well Rest, rest, There is no God, no gods who dwell Crowned with avenging righteousness on high Nor frowning ministers of their hate in hell.
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Continual dropping wears away a stone.
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If men saw that a term was set to their troubles, they would find strength in some way to withstand the hocus-pocus and intimidations of the prophets.
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Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
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Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.
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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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No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings – the things thus grow Until we know them and name them. By degrees They melt, and are no more the things we know.
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