My Small Boat
Man please thy maker and be merry set not for this world a cherry.
Are we not drawn onward, we few drawn onward to new era?
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The fatal metaphor of progress, which means leaving things behind us, has utterly obscured the real idea of growth, which…
A physician can bury his mistakes, but an architect can only advise his clients to plant vines
They lard their lean books with the fat of others' works.