Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the read more
Advice is like snow; the softer it falls the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.
