Space Ails Us Moderns: We Are Sick

You Can't Trust God To Be Unmerciful. There You Have The Beginning Of All Wisdom.

Happiness Makes Up In Height For What It Lacks In Length.

The Figure A Poem Makes. It Begins In Delight And Ends In Wisdom.

Some Spirit To Stand Simply Forth, Heroic In Its Nakedness, Against The Uttermost Of Earth.

If One By One We Counted People Out