Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating read more
Art is long, and time is fleeting, And our hearts, though stout and brave, Still like muffled drums are beating Funeral marches to the grave.
It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong. Ralph Nichols -Henry read more
It takes less time to do a thing right than to explain why you did it wrong. Ralph Nichols -Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
Writ in the climate of heaven, in the language spoken by angels.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
The world loves a spice of wickedness.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
