The sky was clear - remarkably clear - and the twinkling of all the stars seemed to be but throbs of one body, timed by a common pulse.
We trifle when we assign limits to our desires since nature hath set none.
Fame - a few words upon a tombstone and the truth of those not to be...
In politics merit is rewarded by the possessor being raised like a target...
Tears are nature's lotion for the eyes. The eyes see better for being washed...
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...