Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.
Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
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.
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.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
To be occasionally quoted is the only fame I care for.
