Nothing happens until something moves.

Nothing happens until something moves.

A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing read more

A life of nothing's nothing worth,
From that first nothing ere his birth,
To that last nothing under earth.

Nothing's new, and nothing's true, and nothing matters.

Nothing's new, and nothing's true, and nothing matters.

It is the silence between the notes that makes the music; it is
the space between the bars that read more

It is the silence between the notes that makes the music; it is
the space between the bars that holds the tiger.

Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into
nothing.
[Lat., Gigni
De nihilo read more

Nothing can be born of nothing, nothing can be resolved into
nothing.
[Lat., Gigni
De nihilo nihil, in nihilum nil posse reverti.]

Why and Wherefore set out one day,
To hunt for a wild Negation.
They agreed to meet read more

Why and Wherefore set out one day,
To hunt for a wild Negation.
They agreed to meet at a cool retreat
On the Point of Interrogation.

Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race
(of busybodies) hurtful to itself and read more

Out of breath to no purpose, in doing much doing nothing. A race
(of busybodies) hurtful to itself and most hateful to all others.
[Lat., Gratis anhelans, multa agendo nihil agens.
Sibi molesta, et aliis odiosissima.]

Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all
things return dissolved into their elements.
[Lat., read more

Therefore there is not anything which returns to nothing, but all
things return dissolved into their elements.
[Lat., Haud igitur redit ad Nihilum res ulla, sed omnes
Discidio redeunt in corpora materiai.]

Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
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Madam, you have bereft me of all words.
Only my blood speaks to you in my veins,
And there is such confusion in my powers
As, after some oration fairly spoke
By a beloved prince, there doth appear
Among the buzzing pleased multitude,
Where every something being blent together
Turns to a wild of nothing, save of joy
Expressed and not expressed.