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Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.

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There is a mortal breed most full of futility. In contempt of what is at hand, they strain into the future, hunting impossibilities on the wings of ineffectual hopes.
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Anand Thakur
A thing said walks in immortality if it has been said well.
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Anand Thakur
One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
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Anand Thakur
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
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Anand Thakur
We are things of a day. What are we? What are we not? The shadow of a dream is man, no more.
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Day Dreams Man Shadow
If any man thinks to swindle God, he is wrong.
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Anand Thakur
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
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Aspiration Immortal Limitation Myself Possible Soul
Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.
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Anand Thakur
To each thing belongs it’s measure. Occasion is best to know.
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Anand Thakur
Not every truth is the better for showing its face undisguised; and often silence is the wisest thing for a man to heed.
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Anand Thakur
My God grant me love for that which has splendor, but in this time of my life let me strive for attainable things.
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Anand Thakur
Even now I am full of hope, but the end lies in God.
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Anand Thakur
Creatures of a day, what is any one? What is he not? Man is but a dream of a shadow. Yet when there comes as a gift of heaven a gleam of sunshine, there rest upon men a radiant light and, aye, a gentle life.
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Anand Thakur
Point thy tongue on the anvil of truth.
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Anand Thakur
Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity.
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Anand Thakur
Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.
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Anand Thakur

Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.

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Though God alone never tastes woe, Yet that man is happy, and poets sing of him, Who conquers with hand or swift foot And wins the greatest of prizes By steadfastness and strength.

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