Maxioms by Walter Savage Landor
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.
We talk on principle, but we act on interest
We talk on principle, but we act on interest
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.
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.
