Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
The dawn is not distant, nor is the night starless; love is eternal.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
To say the least, a town life makes one more tolerant and liberal in one's judgement of others.
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled read more
Art is long, and Time is fleeting,
And out hearts, though stout and brave,
Still, like muffled drums, are beating
Funeral marches to the grave.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
The counterfeit and counterpart of Nature is reproduced in art.
