A Quote by Silius Italicus

It is when we are in misery that we revere the gods; the prosperous seldom approach the altar. — © Silius Italicus
It is when we are in misery that we revere the gods; the prosperous seldom approach the altar.
Woman is quick to revere genius, but in her secret soul she seldom loves it.
The prosperous can not easily form a right idea of misery.
Easy believeism dishonors the blood and prostitutes the altar. We must alter the altar, for the altar is a place to die on. Let those who will not pay this price leave it alone!
where are the gods the gods hate us the gods have run away the gods have hidden in holes the gods are dead of the plague they rot and stink too there never were any gods there’s only death
A very prosperous people, flushed with great victories and successes, are seldom so pious, so humble, so just, or so provident as to perpetuate their happiness.
You can see that a city is prosperous by the wealth of goods for sale in the market. Land too we call prosperous if it bears rich fruit. And so also the soul may be counted prosperous if it is full of good works of every kind.
Thank the Gods! My misery exceeds all my hopes!
The three types of misery are the misery of suffering, the misery of change, and pervasive misery.
The things required for prosperous labor, prosperous manufactures, and prosperous commerce are three. First, liberty; second, liberty; third, liberty.
No house was so poor as not to have its 'family altar,' its shelf of wooden gods, and table of offerings. A religious atmosphere pervades Tibet and gives it a singular sense of novelty.
Ritual will always mean throwing away something: destroying our corn or wine upon the altar of our gods.
Our politicians have sacrificed their principles on the altar of special interests; our corporate leaders have sacrificed their integrity on the altar of profits; and our media watchdogs have sacrificed the voice of dissent on the altar of audience competition.
Yet the ivory gods, And the ebony gods, And the gods of diamond-jade, Are only silly puppet gods That people themselves Have made.-
Men in excess of happiness or misery are equally inclined to severity. Witness conquerors and monks! It is mediocrity alone, and a mixture of prosperous and adverse fortune that inspire us with lenity and pity.
Beauty is aspirational - an ideal that mortals approach but seldom attain.
Heaven hears and pities hapless men like me, For sacred ev'n to gods is misery.
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