In mans life, time is but a moment being, a flux sense is dim the material frame corruptible soul, an eddy of breath fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.
In mans life, time is but a moment being, a flux sense is dim the material frame corruptible soul, an eddy of breath fortune a thing inscrutable, and fame precarious.
As for life, it is a battle and a sojourning in a strange land but the fame that comes after is oblivion.
I used to think it was awful that life was so unfair. Then I thought, wouldn't it be much worse if life were fair, and all the terrible things thathappen to us come because we actually deserve them So, now I take great comfort in the general hostility and unfairness of the universe.
Life is a warfare and a stranger's sojourn, and after fame is oblivion.
A person's life is dyed with the color of his imagination.
Remember that what pulls the strings is the force hidden within there lies the power to persuade, there the life, there, if one must speak out, the real man.
A man's life is what his thoughts make of it. Our life is what our thoughts make it.
Let thine occupations be few, saith the sage, if thou wouldst lead a tranquil life.
Just as the sand-dunes, heaped one upon another, hide each the first, so in life the former deeds are quickly hidden by those that follow after.
You will find rest from vain fancies if you perform every act in life as though it were your last.
Remember this, that there is a proper dignity and proportion to be observed in the performance of every act of life.
How ridiculous and unrealistic is the man who is astonished at anything that happens in life.
Spend your brief moment according to natures law, and serenely greet the journeys end as an olive falls when it is ripe, blessing the branch that bare it, and giving thanks to the tree that gave it life.
© 2020 Inspirational Stories
© 2020 Inspirational Stories