Maxioms by Ralph Waldo Emerson
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.
Nor count compartments of the floors,
But mount to paradise
By the stairway of surprise.
Born for success he seemed, With grace to win, with heart to hold, With shining gifts that took all eyes
Born for success he seemed, With grace to win, with heart to hold, With shining gifts that took all eyes
If you shoot at a king you must kill him.
If you shoot at a king you must kill him.
The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an read more
The man who has seen the rising moon break out of the clouds at midnight has been present like an archangel at the creation of light and of the world
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
The reward of a thing well done is to have done it.
