From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

Life is one long struggle in the dark.

So potent was religion in persuading to evil deeds.

Such are the heights of wickedness to which men are driven by religion.

What is food to one man is bitter poison to others.

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.

Victory puts us on a level with heaven.

Thus the sum of things is ever being reviewed, and mortals dependent one upon another. Some nations increase, others diminish, and in a short space the generations of living creatures are changed and like runners pass on the torch of life.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

In the midst of the fountain of wit there arises something bitter, which stings in the very flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

The sum of all sums is eternity.

The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.

And life is given to none freehold, but it is leasehold for all.

Constant dripping hollows out a stone.

Sweet it is, when on the high seas the winds are lashing the waters, to gaze from the land on another's struggles.

We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.

The fall of dropping water wears away the Stone.

The greatest wealth is to live content with little, for there is never want where the mind is satisfied.

Though the dungeon, the scourge, and the executioner be absent, the guilty mind can apply the goad and scorch with blows.

Pleasant it to behold great encounters of warfare arrayed over the plains, with no part of yours in peril.

It is great wealth to a soul to live frugally with a contented mind.

There can be no centre in infinity.

It is pleasant, when the sea runs high, to view from land the great distress of another.

What is food to one man may be fierce poison to others.

How is it that the sky feeds the stars?

Violence and injury enclose in their net all that do such things, and generally return upon him who began.

Not too much, though there's a certain amount of rancour and bitterness when someone tries to fire you.

Our national history has so often filled us with bitterness and the feeling of helplessness.

If there is anything worse than international warfare, is civil warfare, and the United States was destined to experience it in the extreme of bitterness.

Those who cannot work with their hearts achieve but a hollow, half-hearted success that breeds bitterness all around.

I wouldn't call it bitter. I think it's just sweet. I've always believed my life seems like it's gotten better and better as each decade has gone by. So I don't see any I don't see any bitterness about it.

Hurt leads to bitterness, bitterness to anger, travel too far that road and the way is lost.

Never succumb to the temptation of bitterness.

Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.

After voluntary exertions on the part of our people to which the history of the world furnishes no parallel, is the old root of bitterness still to remain in the ground, to sprout and bear fruit in the future as it has borne fruit in the past?

Bitterness imprisons life; love releases it.

From the very fountain of enchantment there arises a taste of bitterness to spread anguish amongst the flowers.

From the heart of the fountain of delight rises a jet of bitterness that tortures us among the very flowers.

I've purged myself of bitterness and anger and remained open to love.

To expect too much is to have a sentimental view of life and this is a softness that ends in bitterness.

I am sorry to think that you do not get a man's most effective criticism until you provoke him. Severe truth is expressed with some bitterness.

It is a simple but sometimes forgotten truth that the greatest enemy to present joy and high hopes is the cultivation of retrospective bitterness.

If bitterness wants to get into the act, I offer it a cookie or a gumdrop.

There's a lot of bitterness, there's a lot of anger out there. We all have to work hard to heal those wounds.

Satire is focused bitterness.

Bitterness is like cancer. It eats upon the host. But anger is like fire. It burns it all clean.

It is hardly possible to build anything if frustration, bitterness and a mood of helplessness prevail.

It is only hope which is real, and reality is a bitterness and a deceit.