So the poet who wants to be something that he cannot be and is a failure in plain life makes up fictitious versions of his predicament that are interesting even to other persons because nobody is a perfect automobile salesman.
Society in every state is a blessing but government even in its best stage is but a necessary evil in its worst state an intolerable one.
War involves in its progress such a train of unforeseen circumstances that no...
It is error only and not truth that shrinks from inquiry.
Time makes more converts than reason.
“I'm selfish, impatient and a little insecure. I make mistakes, I am...
A grownup is a child with layers on....
A grownup is a child with layers on.
If way to the better there be, it exacts a full look at the worst.
