Maxioms by Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; read more
The wind blows out, the bubble dies;
The spring entomb'd in autumn lies;
The dew dries up; the star is shot;
The flight is past--and man forgot.
The lengthening shadows wait
The first pale stars of twilight.
The lengthening shadows wait
The first pale stars of twilight.
People that make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on
the railroad tracks.
People that make puns are like wanton boys that put coppers on
the railroad tracks.
Of course everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a
great deal better to be made in that read more
Of course everybody likes and respects self-made men. It is a
great deal better to be made in that way than not to be made at
all.
Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
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Ah, pensive scholar, what is fame?
A fitful tongue of leaping flame;
A giddy whirlwind's fickle gust,
That lifts a pinch of mortal dust;
A few swift years, and who can show
Which dust was Bill, and which was Joe?
