Maxioms by Philip James Bailey
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God read more
The beautiful are never desolate;
But some one alway loves them--God or man.
If man abandons, God himself takes them.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
Night brings out stars as sorrow shows us truths.
