Maxioms by Lucretius
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft
falling.
The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft
falling.
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
We are each of us angels with only one wing, and we can only fly by embracing one another.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
Constant dripping hollows out a stone.
