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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.

Pindar

One race there is of men, one of gods, but from one mother we both draw our breath.
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Anand Thakur
Many a time the thing left silent makes for happiness.
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Anand Thakur
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
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Anand Thakur
Success abides longer among men when it is planted by the hand of God.
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Anand Thakur
Great deeds give choice of many tales. Choose a slight tale, enrich it large, and then let wise men listen.
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Anand Thakur
In all things rest is sweet; there is sure feit even in honey, even in Aphrodites lovely flowers.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
The race of gods and men is one, and from one mother we both draw our breath. Yet all the difference in our power holds us apart, so that man is nothing, but the brazen floor of heaven is eternally unshakable.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Success for the striven washes away the effort of striving.
PINDAR

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.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
The present will not long endure.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Water is best, but gold shines like fire blazing in the night, supreme of lordly wealth.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Mankind is a dream of a shadow.
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Anand Thakur
Envy, the attendant of the empty mind.
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Anand Thakur
I will be small in small things, great among great.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
With our mortal minds we should seek from the gods that which becomes us.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
O my soul, do not aspire to immortal life, but exhaust the limits of the possible.
PINDAR

Aspiration Immortal Limitation Myself Possible Soul

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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