There is no armour against fate.

Only the actions of the just, Smell sweet and blossom in their dust.

The honour is overpaid,When he that did the act is commentator.

There is no armor against fate.

Death lays his icy hand on kings.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

When our souls shall leave this dwelling, the glory of one fair and virtuous action is above all the 'scutcheons on our tomb, or silken banners over us.

Knaves will thrive when honest plainness knows not how to live.

How little room Do we take up in death, that, living, know No bounds!

There is no armor against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

There is no armour against fate death lays his icy hands on kings.

Does giving your piece of mind, bring a peace of mind? Or is it better to be silent and let the war inside subside?

The difference is too nice - Where ends the virtue or begins the vice.

I rarely end up where I was intending to go, but often I end up somewhere I needed to be.

The good news is there's no devil. The bad news is there's no heaven. There's nothing.

Why add prime numbers? Prime numbers are made to be multiplied, not added.

If the Commander-in-Chief will look beyond the defence forces, he will discover that the real India is not military but peace-loving.

A yawn is more disconcerting than a contradiction.

I believe so many people live what I call that false identity they are living according to other people's expectations, associations, their experiences, the labels in life. And they buy into that.

Everyone has an idea that they think would be a great movie. Everyone has a cousin who they think you should work with.