Praise the green
We enter the world alone we leave the world alone.
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.
The mystic purchases a moment of exhilaration with a lifetime of confusion...
Two obsessions are the hallmarks of Nature's artistic style.
Two things are infinite: the universe and human stupidity; and I'm not...
The method I take to do this is not yet very usual; for instead of using...