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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

When men succeed, even their neighbors think them wise.
PINDAR

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.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
For lawless joys a bitter ending waits.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Rich man and poor move side by side toward the limit of death.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Every noble deed dieth, if suppressed in silence.
PINDAR

Noble Silence
To be envied is a nobler fate than to be pitied.
PINDAR

Fate Jealous Noble Pity
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

Anand Thakur
Success abides longer among men when it is planted by the hand of God.
PINDAR

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.
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
The days that are still to come are the wisest witnesses.
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
Skills vary with the man. We must tread a straight path and strive by that which is born in us.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Time is the turning over of days, works change for better or worse.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Forge thy tongue on an anvil of truth and what flies up, though it be but a spark, will have light.
PINDAR

Anand Thakur
Water is the best of all things.
PINDAR

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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