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.
Here is the body pent Absent from him I roam Yet nightly pitch my moving tent A day's march nearer…