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.
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.
Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.
Nothing in education is so astonishing as the amount of ignorance it accumulates in the form of inert facts.
I have written too much history to have faith in it; and if anyone thinks I'm wrong, I am inclined read more
I have written too much history to have faith in it; and if anyone thinks I'm wrong, I am inclined to agree with him.
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.