Praise the green earth. Chance has appointed her home, workshop, larder, middenpit. Her lousy skin scabbed here and there by cities provides us with name and nation.
This world after all our science and sciences is still a miracle wonderful inscrutable magical and more to whosoever will think of it.
Oh give us the man who sings at his work.
A man willing to work and unable to find work is perhaps the saddest sight...
Reform is not pleasant but grievous no person can reform themselves without...
Resistance, however, is useless.
Whenever you deal with science fiction you are setting up a world of rules. I...
I sort of was good at writing essays. I was never very good at mathematics...
