Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
What is reading, but silent conversation.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under read more
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied read more
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
