Life is one long struggle in the dark. |
Love is a product of habit |
Nature ever upbuilds one thing from other, suffering naught To come to birth but through some other's death |
Nothing can be created out of nothing |
Pleasant it is, when over a great sea the winds trouble the waters, to gaze from shore upon another's great tribulation; not because any man's troubles are a delectable joy, but because to perceive you are free of them yourself is pleasant. |
Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril. |
So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds. |
Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion. |
Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles. |
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by often falling |
The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone. |
The generations of living things pass in a short time, and like runners hand on the torch of life |
The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied. |
The sum of all sums is eternity. |
Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows. |