On Commissary Goldie’s Brains
Lord, to account who dares thee call,
Or e’er dispute thy pleasure?
Else why, within so thick a wall,
Enclose so poor a treasure?
Prosperity knits a man to the world. He feels that he is finding his place in it, while really it…
Religion can get on with any sort of astronomy, geology, biology, physics. But it cannot get on with a purposeless…
Unthinking respect for authority is the greatest enemy of truth.