Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Death is the ugly fact which Nature has to hide, and she hides it well.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
Love is but the discovery of ourselves in others, and the delight in the recognition.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
A man's real possession is his memory. In nothing else is he rich, in nothing else is he poor.
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not read more
We bury love,
Forgetfulness grows over it like grass;
That is a thing to weep for, not the dead.
Books are a finer world within the world.
Books are a finer world within the world.
