Maxioms by James Russell Lowell
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
It is the privilege of genius that to it life never grows commonplace as to the rest of us.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
The mind can weave itself warmly in the cocoon of its own thoughts, and dwell a hermit anywhere.
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
Great things rush to the destruction of each other.
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.
The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.
The fireflies o'er the meadow
In pulses come and go.
