Maxioms by Alexander Smith
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.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
If you wish to preserve your secret wrap it up in frankness.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
Every man's road in life is marked by the graves of his personal likings.
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.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
