Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed read more
The purely Great
Whose soul no siren passion could unsphere,
Thou nameless, now a power and mixed with fate.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
Her new bark is worse than ten times her old bite.
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while read more
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscience dreamy with the anodyne of lofty sentiments, while the life is groveling and sensual.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
The greatest homage we can pay to truth, is to use it.
No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him: there is always work,
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No man is born into the world whose work
Is not born with him: there is always work,
And tools to work withal, for those who will;
And blessed are the horny hand of toil!
