Maxioms by Sara Teasdale
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
I make the most of all that comes and the least of all that goes.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Beauty, more than bitterness, makes the heart break.
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more
Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
No one worth possessing can be quite possessed.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
I have no riches but my thoughts. Yet these are wealth enough for me.
