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.
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.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I am a part of all that I have met.
