The tyrant dies and his rule is over, the martyr dies and his rule begins.
Machines Dearest, note how these two are alike: This harpsichord pavane by Purcell And the racer's twelve-speed bike. The machinery…
Avoid the crowd. Do your own thinking independently. Be the chess player, not the chess piece.
We are, like Nebuchadnezzar, dethroned, bereft of reason, and eating grass like an ox.