Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted read more
"What means this glory round our feet,"
The Magi mused, "more bright than morn!"
And voices chanted clear and sweet,
"To-day the Prince of Peace is born."
The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all
weathers is that which is woven of read more
The only faith that wears well and holds its color in all
weathers is that which is woven of conviction and set with the
sharp mordant of experience.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is read more
An angel stood and met my gaze,
Through the low doorway of my tent;
The tent is struck, the vision stays;
I only know she came and went.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
Creativity is not the finding of a thing, but the making something out of it after it is found.
