Maxioms by Alexander Smith
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
