Yet a little while, and (the happy hour) will be over, nor ever more shall we be able to recall it.

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

The mind like a sick body can be healed and changed by medicine.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Epicurus ... whose genius surpassed all humankind, extinguished the light of others, as the stars are dimmed by the rising sun.

You alone govern the nature of things. Without you nothing emerges into the light of day, without you nothing is joyous or lovely.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?