Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under read more
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied read more
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
Wrong is but falsehood put in practice.
