Maxioms by Ella Wheeler Wilcox
One ship drives east and the other drives west by the self same winds that
blow. It's the set of read more
One ship drives east and the other drives west by the self same winds that
blow. It's the set of the sails and not the gales that determines the way
they go.
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, read more
When Christmas bells are swinging above the fields of snow, we hear sweet voices ringing from lands of long ago, and etched on vacant places are half-forgotten faces of friends we used to cherish, and loves we used to know.
