Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with read more
To-morrow! the mysterious, unknown guest,
Who cries to me: "Remember Barmecide,
And tremble to be happy with the rest."
And I make answer: "I am satisfied;
I dare not ask; I know not what is best;
God hath already said what shall betide."
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will read more
Enjoy the spring of love and youth,
To some good angel leave the rest,
For time will teach thee soon the truth,
"There are no birds in last year's nest."
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
Sometimes we may learn more from a man's errors, than from his virtues.
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.
