I do not consume, I create. I do not absorb, I radiate.
“The owl of Minerva spreads its wings only with the falling of the dusk.” -Hegelread more
Of eyes that vainly crave the light, of the objects mean, of the struggle ever renew’d, Of the poor results of all, of the plodding and sordid crowds I see around me, Of the empty and useless years of the rest, with the rest me intertwined, The question, O me! so sad, recurring—What good amid these, O me, O life?read more