Maxioms by Alfred Lord Tennyson
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
He makes no friends who never made a foe.
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his read more
The happiness of a man in this life does not consist in the absence but in the mastery of his passions.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Faultily faultless, icily regular, splendidly null, dead perfection; no more.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
Words, like nature, half reveal and half conceal the soul within.
I am a part of all that I have met.
I am a part of all that I have met.
