Maxioms by Maurice Maeterlinck
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved read more
When we lose one we love, our bitterest tears are called forth by the memory of hours when we loved not enough.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
All our knowledge merely helps us to die a more painful death than animals that know nothing.
