Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
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Kind messages, that pass from land to land;
Kind letters, that betray the heart's deep history,
In which we feel the pressure of a hand,--
One touch of fire,--and all the rest is mystery!
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
Talk not of wasted affection; affection never was wasted.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
We judge ourselves by what we feel capable of doing, while others judge us by what we have already done.
This is the forest primeval.
This is the forest primeval.
