Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.
Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.
Fifty years ago Kurt Gödel... proved that the world of pure mathematics is inexhaustible. … I hope that the notion…
We have heard a lot about anger against elites - and I think that anger has a certain shape it’s…
I keep six honest serving-men (They taught me all I knew); Their names are What and Why and When And…