Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
Thou breathing dial! since thy day began
The present hour was ever mark'd with shade.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
What is reading, but silent conversation.
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under read more
Prose on certain occasions can bear a great deal of poetry; on the other hand, poetry sinks and swoons under a moderate weight of prose.
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied read more
Everything that looks to the future elevates human nature. Never is life so low or so little as when occupied with the present.
