Maxioms by Seneca
Suppose we've chosen the wrong god
Suppose we've chosen the wrong god
Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers
Time is like a handful of sand- the tighter you grasp it, the faster it runs through your fingers
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the read more
If sensuality were happiness, beasts were happier than men; but human felicity is lodged in the soul, not in the flesh
Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow
Death's the discharge of our debt of sorrow
