Maxioms by Alexander Smith
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in
the recognition.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
