Nothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.
Ralph Waldo EmersonLet not the author eat up the man, so that he shall be all balcony and no house.
Ralph Waldo EmersonNothing can be colder than his head, when the lightnings of his imagination are playing in the sky.
Ralph Waldo EmersonLet not the author eat up the man, so that he shall be all balcony and no house.
Ralph Waldo Emerson