Maxioms by Don Williams, Jr
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
) Music is the balm that heals the forlorn ache of a distant star.
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
Hate grows and victors where love is afraid to share its bloom
A man can never hope to be more than he is if he is not first honest about what he read more
A man can never hope to be more than he is if he is not first honest about what he isn’t.
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
We fluctuate long between love and hatred before we can arrive at tranquillity
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
What I lack in decorum, I make up for with an absence of tact.
