Maxioms by Oliver Wendell Holmes
The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins.
The right to swing my fist ends where the other man’s nose begins.
We must have a weak spot or two in our character before we can love it much.
We must have a weak spot or two in our character before we can love it much.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
Language is the blood of the soul into which thoughts run and out of which they grow.
When you write in prose you say what you mean. When you write in rhyme you say what you must.
When you write in prose you say what you mean. When you write in rhyme you say what you must.
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
Men do not quit playing because they grow old; they grow old because they quit playing.
