The sum of all sums is eternity.

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.

To see a world in a grain of sand and heaven in a wild flower Hold infinity in the palms of your hand and eternity in an hour.

Hope is the struggle of the soul, breaking loose from what is perishable, and attesting her eternity.

We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.

The future and eternity are two entirely different things.

A hundredth of a second here, a hundredth of a second there - even if you put them end to end, they still only add up to one, two, perhaps three seconds, snatched from eternity.

I was born in 1961. Now I think the 16 years that elapsed between 1961 and the end of the wars is nothing. To a child growing up it felt like an eternity, an entirely different world.

War is eternity jammed into frantic minutes that will fill a lifetime with dreams and nightmares.

Death is the golden key that opens the palace of eternity.

Life is the fire that burns and the sun that gives light. Life is the wind and the rain and the thunder in the sky. Life is matter and is earth, what is and what is not, and what beyond is in Eternity.

To see the world in a grain of sand, and to see heaven in a wild flower, hold infinity in the palm of your hands, and eternity in an hour.

The realm of immediate or personal knowledge is a narrow circle in which these bodies move; the realm of knowledge derived through faith is as wide as the universe, and old as eternity.

A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.

Beauty is a precious trace that eternity causes to appear to us and that it takes away from us. A manifestation of eternity, and a sign of death as well.

God exists in eternity. The only point where eternity meets time is in the present. The present is the only time there is.

Every action of our lives touches on some chord that will vibrate in eternity.

Beauty is eternity gazing at itself in a mirror.

Time is but the shadow of the world upon the background of Eternity.

Opinions alter, manners change, creeds rise and fall, but the moral laws are written on the table of eternity.

But it is the province of religion, of philosophy, of pure poetry only, to go beyond life, beyond time, into eternity.

When the rose and the cross are united the alchemical marriage is complete and the drama ends. Then we wake from history and enter eternity.

Trust in dreams, for in them is hidden the gate to eternity.

There are tons of people I'd like to freeze for all of eternity, but we won't go into that!