From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LucretiusThe nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.
LucretiusFrom the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.
LucretiusThe nature of the universe has by no means been made through divine power, seeing how great are the faults that mar it.
Lucretius