In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
From the heart of this fountain of delights wells up some bitter taste to choke them even amid the flowers. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
From the midst of the very fountain of pleasure, something of bitterness arises to vex us in the flower of enjoyment. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
The wailing of the newborn infant is mingled with the dirge for the dead. — Lucretius Copy Share Image
“Watch a man in times of adversity to discover what kind of man he is; for then at last words of truth are drawn… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
First, then, I say, that the mind, which we often call the intellect, in which is placed the conduct and government of life, is… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
See with what force yon river's crystal stream Resists the weight of many a massy beam. To sink the wood the more we vainly… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
“...nothing is more blissful than to occupy the heights effectively fortified by the teaching of the wise, tranquil sanctuaries from which you can look… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
... deprived of pain, and also deprived of danger, able to do what it wants, [Nature] does not need us, nor understands our deserts,… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
It is a pleasure for to sit at ease Upon the land, and safely for to see How other folks are tossed on the… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
Even if I knew nothing of the atoms, I would venture to assert on the evidence of the celestial phenomena themselves, supported by many… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
For piety lies not in being often seen turning a veiled head to stones, nor in approaching every altar, nor in lying prostratebefore the… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
No single thing abides; but all things flow. Fragment to fragment clings - the things thus grow Until we know them and name them.… — Lucretius Copy Share Image
