When man wanted to make a machine that would walk he created the wheel, which does not resemble a leg.
Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We're afraid.' 'Come to the edge.' 'We can't. We will fall!' 'Come to the edge.' And they came. And he pushed them. And they flew.
The plastic virtues: purity, unity, and truth, keep nature in subjection.
I sing the joy of wandering and the pleasure of the wanderer's death
It's raining my soul, it's raining, but it's raining dead eyes.
Twentieth pupil of the centuries knows its stuff and bird-changed this century like Jesus climbs the sky.