Maxioms by Lord Byron
I wish he would explain his explanation
I wish he would explain his explanation
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, read more
It is singular how soon we lose the impression of what ceases to be constantly before us. A year impairs, a luster obliterates. There is little distinct left without an effort of memory, then indeed the lights are rekindled for a moment -- but who can be sure that the Imagination is not the torch-bearer?
And when we think we lead, we are most led.
And when we think we lead, we are most led.
