Maxioms by Unknown
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?
When your throat is parched with thirst, do you desire a cup of
gold?
Though fame is smoke,
Its fumes are frankincense to human thought.
Though fame is smoke,
Its fumes are frankincense to human thought.
Prodigal of the property of others, sparing of his own.
Prodigal of the property of others, sparing of his own.
Passion and strife bow down the mind.
Passion and strife bow down the mind.
Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
Every passing minute is another chance to turn it all around.
