We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
We are so accustomed to disguise ourselves to others that in the end we become disguised to ourselves.
What would you attempt to do if you knew you would not fail?
It would be a poor thing to be an atom in a universe without physicists, and physicists are made of…
Poetry must be new as foam, and as old as the rock.