Maxioms by Louis L'amour
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had read more
Anger is a killing thing: it kills the man who angers, for each rage leaves him less than he had been before - it takes something from him.
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have read more
No memory is ever alone; it's at the end of a trail of memories, a dozen trails that each have their own associations.
A wise man fights to win, but he is twice a fool who has no plan for possible defeat.
A wise man fights to win, but he is twice a fool who has no plan for possible defeat.
All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.
All loose things seem to drift down to the sea, and so did I.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
There will come a time when you believe everything is finished. That will be the beginning.
