Maxioms by Henry Adams
Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
Everyone carries his own inch-rule of taste, and amuses himself by applying it, triumphantly, wherever he travels.
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a read more
You say that love is nonsense....I tell you it is no such thing. For weeks and months it is a steady physical pain, an ache about the heart, never leaving one, by night or by day; a long strain on one's nerves like toothache or rheumatism, not intolerable at any one instant, but exhausting by its steady drain on the strength.
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in read more
The Indian Summer of life should be a little sunny and a little sad, like the season, and infinite in wealth and depth of tone, but never hustled.
Man is an imperceptible atom always trying to become one with God.
Man is an imperceptible atom always trying to become one with God.
