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.
LUCRETIUSNo matter how difficult a task may look.. Persistence and steady action will get you through.
More Lucretius Quotes
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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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From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers.
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Nothing comes from nothing.
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Nature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
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A falling drop at last will carve a stone.
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These the senses we trust, first, last, and always.
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How is it that the sky feeds the stars?
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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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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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By protracting life, we do not deduct one jot from the duration of death.
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Why dost thou not retire like a guest sated with the banquet of life, and with calm mind embrace, thou fool, a rest that knows no care?
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When bodies spring apart, because the air Somehow condenses, wander they from truth: For then a void is formed, where none before; And, too, a void is filled which was before.
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You may complete as many generations as you please during your life; none the less will that everlasting death await you.
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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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From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
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