I am an old scholar, better-looking now than when I was young. That's >>
I have nothing against the Queen of England. Even in my heart I never >>
Raise a million filters and the rain will not be clean, until the long >>
Heaven lies about us in our infancy and the world begins lying about u >>
But childhood prolonged, cannot remain a fairyland. It becomes a hell. >>
There is always one moment in childhood when the door opens and lets t >>
Seven to eleven is a huge chunk of life, full of dulling and forgetting. It is fabled that we slowly lose the gift of speech with animals, that birds no longer visit our windowsills to converse. As our eyes grow accustomed to sight they armor themselves against wonder.