In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSRelated Topics
Anand Thakur
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.
LUCRETIUSHow wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
LUCRETIUSViolence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.
LUCRETIUSThe highest summits and those elevated above the level of other things are mostly blasted by envy as by a thunderbolt.
LUCRETIUSThe drops of rain make a hole in the stone not by violence but by oft falling.
LUCRETIUSFrom the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.
LUCRETIUSThere can be no centre in infinity.
LUCRETIUSThose vestiges of natures left behind Which reason cannot quite expel from us Are still so slight that naught prevents a man From living a life even worthy of the gods.
LUCRETIUSContinual dropping wears away a stone.
LUCRETIUSFear was the first thing on Earth to create gods.
LUCRETIUSSuch crimes has superstition caused.
LUCRETIUSSome species increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and, like runners, pass on the torch of life.
LUCRETIUSThe mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.
LUCRETIUSWhenever anything changes and quits its proper limits, this change is at once the death of that which was before.
LUCRETIUSOur life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
LUCRETIUSEpicurus whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.
LUCRETIUS