Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
Ah, nothing comes to us too soon but sorrow.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
The sweetest joy, the wildest woe is love.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
For ivy climbs the crumbling hall
To decorate decay.
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
Joys
Are bubble-like--what makes them bursts them too.
- Philip James Bailey, Festus
My favoured temple is in an humble heart.
My favoured temple is in an humble heart.
