Maxioms by Seneca
Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, read more
Our plans miscarry because they have no aim. When a man does not know what harbor he is making for, no wind is the right wind.
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and read more
I am like a book, with pages that have stuck together for want of use: my mind needs unpacking and the truths stored within must be turned over from time to time, to be ready when occasion demands
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
A punishment to some, to some a gift, and to many a favor.
