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.]

Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away
into non-existence.

Nothing proceeds from nothingness, as also nothing passes away
into non-existence.

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.]

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

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

Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
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Nothing to do but work,
Nothing to eat but food,
Nothing to wear out but clothes,
To keep one from going nude.

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.

We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since
things require a seed to start from.
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We cannot conceive of matter being formed of nothing, since
things require a seed to start from.
[Lat., Nil igitur fieri de nilo posse putandum es
Semine quando opus est rebus.]

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.