Worse than madness. Sanity.

What could be safer than the bus center with its lamps and wheels?

I believe man suffers from an appalling ignorance of his own nature. I produce my own view in the belief that it may be something like the truth.

Worse than madness. Sanity.

For a small island [Great Britain], the place is remarkably diverse.

The candle-buds opened their wide white flowers....Their scent spilled out into the air and took possession of the island.

Of the authors writing in English, I'd mention Shakespeare and Milton. But all this is terribly high-hat and makes me sound very po-faced, I'm afraid; however, I just happen to like these enormous, swinging, great creatures.