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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.

Pindar

It is God that accomplishes all term to hopes, God, who overtakes the flying eagle, outpasses the dolphin in the sea; who bends under his strength the man with thoughts too high.
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Anand Thakur
When men succeed, even their neighbors think them wise.
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Anand Thakur
Learn what you are and be such.
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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
In all things rest is sweet; there is sure feit even in honey, even in Aphrodites lovely flowers.
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Anand Thakur
Words have a longer life than deeds.
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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
The test of any man lies in action.
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Anand Thakur
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
Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
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Anand Thakur
Various are the uses of friends, beyond all else in difficulty, but joy also looks for trust that is clear in the eyes.
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Anand Thakur
Law, the king of all mortals and immortals.
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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
I will be small in small things, great among great.
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Anand Thakur
Every noble deed dieth, if suppressed in silence.
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Noble Silence
Envy bestrides praise.
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Anand Thakur

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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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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