The Question You're Not Supposed To Ask

Timidity Keeps Me Safe And Sad In A Narrow Room.

Victorian Sorrow: The Stars Are Winking In The Sky, But Not For Us.

Stated Clearly Enough, An Idea May Cancel Itself Out.

Working Cuts Down On Both Folly And Wisdom.

When Science Drove The Gods Out Of Nature, They Took Refuge In Poetry And The Porticos Of Civic Buildings.