Maxioms by Unknown
To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.
To love is a pleasure of youth, a sin in old age.
The love of money grows as money grows.
The love of money grows as money grows.
In absence of clearly defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia.
In absence of clearly defined goals, we become strangely loyal to performing daily acts of trivia.
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the read more
Little we heed the tempest drear,
While music, mirth, and social cheer,
Speed on their wings the passing year.
With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.
With swimming looks of speechless tenderness.
