Maxioms by Henry Adams
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.
In peace, competition had become difficult, until the British ship owner cried for war; yet he already felt, without acknowledging read more
In peace, competition had become difficult, until the British ship owner cried for war; yet he already felt, without acknowledging it even to himself, that in war he was likely to enjoy little profit or pleasure on the day when the long, low, black hull of the Yankee privateer, with her tapering, bending spars, her long-range guns, and her sharp-faced captain, should appear on the western horizon, and suddenly, at the sight of heavy-lumbering British merchantman, should fling out her white wings of canvas, and fly down on her prey.
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.
A teacher affects eternity; he can never tell, where his influence stops.
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.
