Maxioms by Alexander Smith
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
I would rather be remembered by a song than by a victory.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
