Maxioms by Amelia Barr
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?
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.
