Maxioms by Max Beerbohm
I know of no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or read more
I know of no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul
I need no dictionary of quotations to remind me that the eyes are the windows of the soul
The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
The past is a work of art, free of irrelevancies and loose ends.
