Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Day of the Lord, as all our days should be!
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Though he was rough, he was kindly.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
Into each life some rain must fall, some days be dark and dreary.
