Maxioms by Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
In the End, we will remember not the words of our enemies, but
the silence of our friends.
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Beneath me flows the Rhine, and, like the stream of Time, it
flows amid the ruins of the Past.
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
Oh, there is something in that voice that reaches
The innermost recesses of my spirit!
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
Youth comes but once in a lifetime
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
That which the fountain sends forth returns again to the fountain.
