Maxioms by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
So lonely 'twas that God himself
Scarce seemed there to be.
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, read more
The happiness of life is made up of minute fractions - the little, soon-forgotten charities of a kiss or smile, a kind look, a heart-felt compliment, and the countless infinitesimals of pleasurable and genial feeling
