1983 Spirit-Honda: Breathing Dreams like Air
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my …
Breathes there the man, with soul so dead, Who never to himself hath said, This is my own, my …
Earth’s distant orb appeared The smallest light that twinkles in the heaven; Whilst round the chariot’s way Innumerable systems rolled, …
When Things go wrong, as they sometimes will, When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill, When the funds are …
“Intelligent people, when assembled into an organization, will tend toward collective stupidity.”
“…it was the season of light, it was the season of darkness, it was the spring of hope, it was the winter of despair…”
And now the rain!
The rain—thudding—implacable—
The wind, revelling in the confusion of great pines