Maxioms by Alexander Smith
Everything is sweetened by risk.
Everything is sweetened by risk.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
The sea complains upon a thousand shores.
Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.
Sweet April's tears,
Dead on the hem of May.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
The pale child, Eve, leading her mother, Night.
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.
