Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
Sleep... Oh! how I loathe those little slices of death....
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
The mind of the scholar, if he would leave it large and liberal, should come in contact with other minds.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
Ah, how good it feels! The hand of an old friend.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
He that respects himself is safe from others. He wears a coat of mail that none can pierce.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
He spake well who said that graves are the footprints of angels.
