Maxioms by Robert Louis Stevenson
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said read more
A man met a lad weeping. "What do you weep for?" he asked. "I am weeping for my sins," said the lad. "You must have little to do," said the man. The next day, they met again. Once more the lad was weeping. "Why do you weep now?" asked the man. "I am weeping because I have nothing to eat," said the lad. "I thought it would come to that," said the man.
Once I guessed right,
And I got credit by't;
Thrice I guessed wrong,
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Once I guessed right,
And I got credit by't;
Thrice I guessed wrong,
And I kept my credit on.
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.
Books are good enough in their own way, but they are a poor substitute for life.
The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean
The difficulty of literature is not to write, but to write what you mean
Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
Absences are a good influence in love and keep it bright and delicate.
