Maxioms by William Makepeace Thackeray
Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
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Christmas is here:
Winds whistle shrill,
Icy and chill,
Little care we:
Little we fear
Weather without,
Sheltered about
The Mahogany-Tree.
It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.
It's not dying for faith that's so hard, it's living up to it.
Next to the very young, the very old are the most selfish.
Next to the very young, the very old are the most selfish.
He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.
He that has ears to hear, let him stuff them with cotton.
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and read more
Ah me! we wound where we never intended to strike; we create
anger where we never meant harm; and these thoughts are the
thorns in our cushion.
- William Makepeace Thackeray,
