Maxioms by William Wordsworth
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through read more
Bright flowers, whose home is everywhere
Bold in maternal nature's care
And all the long year through the heir
Of joy and sorrow,
Methinks that there abides in thee
Some concord with humanity,
Given to no other flower I see
The forest through.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
There's something in a flying horse,
There's something in a huge balloon.
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to read more
Of vast circumference and gloom profound,
This solitary Tree! A living thing
Produced too slowly ever to decay;
Of form and aspect too magnificent
To be destroyed.
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
He could afford to suffer
With those whom he saw suffer.
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who read more
In modern business it is not the crook who is to be feared most, it is the honest man who doesn't know what he is doing.
