Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
We talk on principle, but we act on interest
We talk on principle, but we act on interest
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
I strove with none; for none was worth my strife.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
The flame of anger, bright and brief, sharpens the barb of love.
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we read more
Music is God's gift to man, the only art of Heaven given to earth, the only art of earth we take to Heaven.
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.
