Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
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We twain have met like the ships upon the sea,
Who behold an hour's converse, so short, so sweet:
One little hour! and then, away they speed
On lonely paths, through mist, and cloud, and foam,
To meet no more.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
