Maxioms by Benjamin Disraeli
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
But what minutes! Count them by sensation, and not by calendars, and each moment is a day.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end
Silence is the mother of Truth.
Silence is the mother of Truth.
The world is weary of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into
politicians.
The world is weary of statesmen whom democracy has degraded into
politicians.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
The magic of first love is our ignorance that it can ever end.
