Maxioms by Max Beerbohm
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
When hospitality becomes an art, it loses its very soul.
People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
People who insist on telling their dreams are among the terrors of the breakfast table.
I know of no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or read more
I know of no man of genius who had not to pay, in some affliction or defect either physical or spiritual, for what the gods had given him.
