Maxioms by Paul Valery
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
The trouble with our times is that the future is not what it used to be.
At times I think and at times I am.
At times I think and at times I am.
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a read more
The folly of mistaking a paradox for a discovery, a metaphor for a proof, a torrent of verbiage for a spring of capital truths, and oneself for an oracle, is inborn in us.
Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
Long years must pass before the truths we have made for ourselves become our very flesh.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
A poem is never finished, only abandoned.
