In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. Lucretius Read Quote
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril. Lucretius Read Quote
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles. Lucretius Read Quote
Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life. Lucretius Read Quote
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers. Lucretius Read Quote
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. Lucretius Read Quote
