Maxioms by Lord Alfred Tennyson
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
I know not which way to turn. [I am in a quandary.]
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
He makes no friend who never made a foe.
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up read more
And a million horrible bellowing echoes broke
From the red-ribb'd hollow behind the wood,
And thunder'd up into Heaven.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
Evolution ever climbing after some ideal good
And Reversion ever dragging Evolution in the mud.
All
Life needs for life is possible to will.
All
Life needs for life is possible to will.