We may become the makers of our fate when we have ceased to pose as its prophets.
Sonnet All we need is fourteen lines, well, thirteen now, and after this one just a dozen to launch a…
What a wonderful bird the frog are! When he stand he sit almost; When he hop he fly almost. He…
Dear Sir Oswald, Thank you for your letter and for your enclosures. I have given some thought to our recent…