What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUSWhat is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
LUCRETIUSMen conceal the past scenes of their lives.
LUCRETIUSFalling drops will at last wear away stone.
LUCRETIUSThose things that are in the light we behold from darkness.
LUCRETIUSSweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles.
LUCRETIUSOne thing is made of another, and nature allows no new creation except at the price of death.
LUCRETIUSOur life must once have end; in vain we fly From following Fate; e’en now, e’en now, we die.
LUCRETIUSNature allows Destruction nor collapse of aught, until Some outward force may shatter by a blow, Or inward craft, entering its hollow cells, Dissolve it down.
LUCRETIUSWe, peopling the void air, make gods to whom we impute the ills we ought to bear.
LUCRETIUSTis pleasant to stand on shore and watch others labouring in a stormy sea.
LUCRETIUSConstant dripping hollows out a stone.
LUCRETIUSFear is the mother of all gods … Nature does all things spontaneously, by herself, without the meddling of the gods.
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.
LUCRETIUSThings stand apart so far and differ, that What’s food for one is poison for another.
LUCRETIUSHow wretched are the minds of men, and how blind their understandings.
LUCRETIUSLife is one long struggle in the dark.
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