Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
And out of darkness came the hands that reach thro' nature, moulding men.
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.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
No rock so hard but that a little wave may beat admission in a thousand years.
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.
