Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his read more
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
