Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
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And but two ways are offered to our will,
Toil with rare triumph, ease with safe disgrace,
The problem still for us and all of human race.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Joy comes, grief goes, we know not how.
Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief
Toward no crimes have men shown themselves so cold- bloodedly cruel as in punishing differences of belief
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
All the beautiful sentiments in the world weigh less than a single lovely action.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
Daily with souls that cringe and plot,
We Sinais climb and know it not.
