Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
I the heir of all the ages, in the foremost files of time.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till read more
It becomes no man to nurse despair, but, in the teeth of clenched antagonisms, to follow up the worthiest till he die.
