We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another. — Lucretius
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied. — Lucretius
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another’s struggles. — Lucretius
From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers. — Lucretius
From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers. — Lucretius
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows. — Lucretius
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril. — Lucretius
In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers. — Lucretius