In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter,
which stings in the very flowers.
-- Lucretius (95-55 BC)
-- De Rerum Natura, iv, 1133
which stings in the very flowers.
-- Lucretius (95-55 BC)
-- De Rerum Natura, iv, 1133
Related:
- What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
Lucretius (95-55 BC) -- De Rerum Natura, iv,... - Continual dropping wears away a stone.
-- Lucretius (95-55 BC)
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De Rerum Natura, i,... - Life is one long struggle in the dark.
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Titus Lucretius Carus (55... - Nothing can be created from nothing.
Lucretius (55... - What is food to one, is to others bitter poison.
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Titus Lucretius... - Thou wast that all to me, love,
For which my soul did pine-
A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and shrine... - For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers.
Titus Lucretius... - Law stands mute in the midst of arms.
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Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 B.C... - Wit is educated insolence.
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Aristotle (284-322 B.C...
