Adapting to climate change: It really is time for action. . . we are on a never-ending road; this is with us for the rest of our natural lives
Books, indeed, were his sole luxuries
The boundaries which divide Life from Death are at best shadowy and vague. Who shall say where the one ends, and where the other begins?
I am walking like a bewitched corpse, with the certainty of being eaten by the infinite, of being annulled by the only existing Absurd.
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
There are moments when, even to the sober eye of Reason, the world of our sad humanity must assume the aspect of Hell.
Is it alright to believe in the future where everyone can live in happiness?
One thing, however, is certain. Although we may never know with complete certainty the identity of the winner of this year's presidential election, the identity of the loser is perfectly clear. It is the nation's confidence in the judge as an impartial guardian of the rule of law.
Call me All-American, but I love Ham and Cheese sandwiches. And not just any old ham and cheese sandwich. . . My mother's is the best. I've tried many times to make these sandwiches on my own, but it's never the same.
Stand firm, don't flutter!