I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch, —
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
I stepped from plank to plank
So slow and cautiously;
The stars about my head I felt,
About my feet the sea.
I knew not but the next
Would be my final inch, —
This gave me that precarious gait
Some call experience.
The only ultimate disaster that can befall us, I have come to realize, is to feel ourselves at home here…
Anxiety is the dizziness of freedom.
I loathe the expression "What makes him tick." It is the American mind, looking for simple and singular solution, that…