Maxioms by William Morris
Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
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Slayer of the winter, art thou here again?
O welcome, thou that bring'st the summer nigh!
The bitter wind makes not the victory vain.
Nor will we mock thee for thy faint blue sky.
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
March: Its stone, Bloodstone.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
The true secret of happiness lies in taking a genuine interest in all the details of daily life.
have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
have nothing in your house that you do not know to be useful, or believe to be beautiful.
