We know too much and are convinced of too little. Our literature is a substitute for religion and so is our religion.
Moving between the legs of tables and of chairs rising or falling grasping...
Civilisation has ever accompanied emigration and conquest - the conflict of...
Beauty like ice our footing does betray Who can tread sure on the smooth slippery way: Pleased with the surface we glide swiftly on And see the dangers that we cannot shun.
