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.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
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.
