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

I like to take pictures of lots of things: people-such as my nephews, my dogs, and just interesting objects that I see. For instance, I might take a picture of flowers by the side of the road, an old sign or a fence.

The mare set off for home with the speed of a swallow, and going as smoothly and silently. I never had dreamed of such a motion, fluent and graceful, and ambient, soft as the breeze flitting over the flowers, but swift as the summer lightening.

I don't like painting flowers in my music. I like painting guts and pain.

For myself I hold no preferences among flowers, so long as they are wild, free, spontaneous. Bricks to all greenhouses! Black thumb and cutworm to the potted plant!

I'm a hopeless romantic, and very much the person in a relationship to go: If things are going well, I'll buy the flowers, remember the dates of things, plan fun nights out.

Because we are in a war situation, this can sometimes be dangerous work. But guys like A.D. Flowers and his technicians just take it in stride and get on with the job. In four years, we've never had a serious accident or injury working with all the explosions.

The earth laughs in flowers.

With a few flowers in my garden, half a dozen pictures and some books, I live without envy.

And the heart that is soonest awake to the flowers is always the first to be touch'd by the thorns.

Flowers grow out of dark moments.

Children in a family are like flowers in a bouquet: there's always one determined to face in an opposite direction from the way the arranger desires.

The cloning of humans is on most of the lists of things to worry about from Science, along with behaviour control, genetic engineering, transplanted heads, computer poetry and the unrestrained growth of plastic flowers.

Little things seem nothing, but they give peace, like those meadow flowers which individually seem odorless but all together perfume the air.

Flowers are the sweetest things God ever made and forgot to put a soul into.

I went across the fields to avoid the straight highways, along the firing lines where people were shooting at a small wooded hill, which is now covered with wooden crosses and lines of graves instead of spring flowers.

The advice I am giving always to all my students is above all to study the music profoundly... music is like the ocean, and the instruments are little or bigger islands, very beautiful for the flowers and trees.

Let a hundred flowers bloom.

I didn't even recall being on the DB sessions until Herbie Flowers reminded me a couple of years ago.

It is with flowers as with moral qualities; the bright are sometimes poisonous; but, I believe, never the sweet.

I like perfume and flowers.

These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly, waking in the dawn of the morning, in the evening will be a pitiful frivolity, sleeping in the cold night's arms.

For a writer, published works are like fallen flowers, but the expected new work is like a calyx waiting to blossom.