We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
Sonnet All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a…
What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He…
Reason is always a kind of brute force; those who appeal to the head rather than the heart, however pallid…