Maxioms by T. S. Eliot
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is read more
Where is the Life we have lost in living? Where is the wisdom we have lost in knowledge? Where is the knowledge we have lost in information?
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
My life is light, waiting for the death wind, Like a feather on the back of my hand.
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of read more
An election is coming. Universal peace is declared and the foxes have a sincere interest in prolonging the lives of the poultry.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
Only by acceptance of the past, can you alter it.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
Immature poets imitate; mature poets steal.
