Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he read more
Where should the scholar live? In solitude, or in society? in
the green stillness of the country, where he can hear the heart
of Nature beat, or in the dark, gray town where he can hear and
feel the throbbing heart of man?
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's error than from his
virtues.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
None but yourself who are your greatest foe.
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!
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, read more
Feeling is deep and still; and the word that floats on the
surface
Is as the tossing buoy, that betrays where the anchor is hidden.
