Maxioms by Christian Nevell Bovee
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
Panic is a sudden desertion of us, and a going over to the enemy of our imagination.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.
Many children, many cares; no children, no felicity.
