The road is a long one from the projection of a thing to its accomplishment.
And with his arms crossed he looks pityingly down from his spiritual height on everything that anyone says.
Sometimes I feel something akin to rage At the corrupted morals of this age!
It is a folly second to none; to try to improve the world.
Frankly, it's good enough to lock up in a drawer.
The less we deserve good fortune, the more we hope for it.