Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
Thought takes man out of servitude, into freedom.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
In character, in manner, in style, in all things, the supreme excellence is simplicity.
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so read more
They, the holy ones and weakly,
Who the cross of suffering bore,
Folded their pale hands so meekly,
Spake with us on earth no more!
