Maxioms by Sir Walter Scott
A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.
A friend always loves, but he who loves is not always a friend.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Death falls heavily on that man who, known too well to others,
dies in ignorance of himself.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Everything in art is but a copy of nature.
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into read more
Where lives the man that has not tried,
How mirth can into folly glide,
And folly into sin!
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
In listening mood she seemed to stand,
The guardian Naiad of the strand.
