If we are uncritical we shall always find what we want: we shall look for, and find, confirmations, and we shall look away from, and not see, whatever might be dangerous to our pet theories.
If we are uncritical we shall always find what we want: we shall look for, and find, confirmations, and we shall look away from, and not see, whatever might be dangerous to our pet theories.
Winter draws what summer paints.
When nations grow old, the Arts grow cold, And Commerce settles on every tree.
The sorrow of socks Some socks are loners - They can't live in pairs. On washdays they've shown us They…