Maxioms by Alexander Smith
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.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
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.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
