In a Station of the Metro
The apparition of these faces in the crowd;
Petals on a wet, black bough.
I would maintain that thanks are the highest form of thought, and that gratitude is happiness doubled by wonder.
A man must love a thing very much if he not only practices it without any hope of fame and…
Our credulity is greatest concerning the things we know least about. And since we know least about ourselves, we are…