Maxioms by Thomas Carlyle
All comes out even at the end of the day.
All comes out even at the end of the day.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
Every noble crown is, and on Earth will forever be, a crown of
thorns.
And yet without labour there were no ease, no rest, so much as
conceivable.
And yet without labour there were no ease, no rest, so much as
conceivable.
Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit
strange victims.
Arrestment, sudden really as a bolt out of the blue has hit
strange victims.
Speech is silvern, silence is golden.
Speech is silvern, silence is golden.
