Maxioms by Edward G. Bulwer-lytton
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
Remorse is the echo of a lost virtue.
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
We tell our triumphs to the crowds, but our own hearts are the sole confidants of our sorrows.
The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it.
The prudent person may direct a state, but it is the enthusiast who regenerates or ruins it.
The world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy.
The world thinks eccentricity in great things is genius, but in small things, only crazy.
Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.
Whenever man commits a crime heaven finds a witness.
