Maxioms by Seneca
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Night brings our troubles to the light, rather than banishes them.
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes read more
Nothing becomes so offensive so quickly as grief. When fresh it finds someone to console it, but when it becomes chronic, it is ridiculed, and rightly.
