Maxioms by Amelia Barr
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
All changes are more or less tinged with melancholy, for what we are leaving behind is part of ourselves.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
It is only in sorrow bad weather masters us; in joy we face the storm and defy it.
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
It is always the simple that produces the marvelous.
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
But what do we know of the heart nearest to our own? What do we know of our own heart?
The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.
The inevitable has always found me ready and hopeful.