Maxioms by Christian Nevell Bovee
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
The body of a sensualist is the coffin of a dead soul.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Tearless grief bleeds inwardly.
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
Affliction, like the iron-smith, shapes as it smites.
Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.
Genius makes its observations in short-hand; talent writes them out at length.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
Passion doesn't look beyond the moment of its existence.
