In The Midst Of The Fountain Of Wit There Arises Something Bitter, Which Stings In The Very Flowers.

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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

What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.
-- Lucretius (95-55 BC) -- De Rerum Natura, iv, 637...
Continual dropping wears away a stone. -- Lucretius (95-55 BC) -- De Rerum Natura, i, 313
Life is one long struggle in the dark. -- Titus Lucretius Carus (55 BC)
Nothing can be created from nothing. Lucretius (55 BC)
What is food to one, is to others bitter poison. -- Titus Lucretius Caru
Thou wast that all to me, love, For which my soul did pine-- A green isle in the sea, love, A fountain and shrine, All wreathed with fairy fruits and flowers, And all the flowers were mine.
-- Edgar Allan Poe...
For thee the wonder-working earth puts forth sweet flowers. -- Titus Lucretius Caru
Law stands mute in the midst of arms. -- Marcus Tullius Cicero (106-43 B.C.)
Wit is educated insolence. -- Aristotle (284-322 B.C.)

In The Midst Of The Fountain Of Wit There Arises Something Bitter, Which Stings In The Very Flowers.

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