There is a solitude of space
There is a solitude of space
A solitude of sea
A solitude of death, but these
Society shall be
Compared with that profounder site
That polar privacy
A soul admitted to itself —
Finite infinity.
Whenever a theory appears to you as the only possible one, take this as a sign that you have neither…
of John Dryden His imagination resembled the wings of an ostrich. It enabled him to run, though not to soar.
Think wrongly, if you please, but in all cases think for yourself.