Thou art nothing. And all thy desires and memories and loves and dreams, nothing. The little dead earth-louse were of greater avail than thou, were it not nothing as thou art nothing. For all is nothi...
But because day at her dawning hours hath so bewitched me, must I yet love her when glutted with triumph she settles to garish noon? . . . Who dares call me turncoat, who do but follow now as I have f...
But Gro smiled a sad smile and said, Why should we by words of ill omen strike yet another blow where the tree tottereth?
He that feareth is a slave, were he never so rich, were he never so powerful. But he that is without fear is king of all the world. Though hast my sword. Strike. Death shall be a sweet rest to me. Thr...
Us, little children of the dust, children of a day, who with so many burdens do burden us with taking thought and with fears and desires and devious schemings of the mind, so that we wax old before ou...
Puffed up beyond measure is he in his own conceit, and folk say it is a grief to him that none hath been found this long while that durst wrastle with him, and wofully he pineth for the hundredth. He...
He bowed his head as if to avoid a blow, so plain he seemed to hear somewhat within him crying with a high voice and loud, Thou art nothing. And all thy desires and memories and loves and dreams, noth...
Forth into the quiet evening, where above the smooth downs the wind was lulled to sleep in the vast silent spaces of the sky.
An offer indeed, said Lord Brandoch Daha; if it be not in mockery. Say it loud, that my folk may hear. Corund did so, and the Demons heard it from the walls of the burg. Lord Brandoch Daha stood somew...
These things hath Fate brought to pass, and we be but Fate's whipping-tops bandied what way she will.
Ultimate truths are to be attained, if at all, in some immediate way: by vision rather than by ratiocination.
Yet remember that hard it is to lift a full cup without spilling.
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