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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

Unsung, the noblest deed will die.
PINDAR

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
Convention is the ruler of all.
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Anand Thakur
War is sweet for those who haven’t experienced it.
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Anand Thakur
Envy bestrides praise.
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Anand Thakur
Whatever is beautiful is beautiful by necessity.
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Anand Thakur
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
Many a time the thing left silent makes for happiness.
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Anand Thakur
Time is the best preserver of righteous men.
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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.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Men are the dreams of a shadow.
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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.
PINDAR

Day Dreams Man Shadow
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.
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Anand Thakur
A graceful and honorable old age is the childhood of immortality.
PINDAR

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

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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