Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
The frost performs its secret ministry,
Unhelped by any wind.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
Silent icicles,
Quietly shining to the quiet moon.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters
compared to what lies within us.
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks read more
Like one that on a lonesome road Doth walk in fear and dread, And having once turned round walks on, And turns no more his head; Because he knows a frightful fiend Doth close behind him tread.
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into read more
Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
