Truth is a demure lady much too ladylike to knock you on your head and drag you to her cave. She is there but people must want her and seek her out.
The rain began again. It fell heavily easily with no meaning or intention but the fulfilment of its own nature which was to fall and fall.
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her...