Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
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.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
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.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
