But, Mousie, thou art no thy-lane,In proving foresight may be vain;The best-laid schemes o’ mice an’ men Gang aft agleyAn’ lea’e us nought but grief an’ pain, For promis’d joy! – Robert Burns from ‘To a Mouse’ The boast of heraldry, the pomp of pow’r, And all that beauty, all that …
The heavens are to be stripped as far as may be of all matter, lest the motions of planets and comets be hindered or rendered irregular. But if, meanwhile, someone explains gravity along with all its laws by the action of some subtle matter, and shows that the motion of …
God is dead. God remains dead. And we have killed him. How shall we comfort ourselves, the murderers of all murderers? What was holiest and mightiest of all that the world has yet owned has bled to death under our knives: who will wipe this blood off us? What water …
When I was in college I took a class on the English Renaissance. In that class we read a lot of literature. One piece that struck me deeply and which we read heavily from was a little book called The Essays by Sir Francis Bacon. Now you are probably not …
