It's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.
Seneca the YoungerIt is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
Seneca the YoungerIt's the great soul that surrenders itself to fate, but a puny degenerate thing that struggles.
Seneca the YoungerIt is sweet to mingle tears with tears; Griefs, where they wound in solitude, Wound more deeply.
Seneca the Younger