So it always is: when you escape to a desert the silence shouts in your ear.

When we are not sure$$$ we are alive.

Every English poet should master the rules of grammar before he attempts to bend or break them.

You mean that people who continue virtuous in an old-fashioned way must inevitably suffer in times like these?

An empty bus hurtles through the starry night. Perhaps the driver is singing and happy because he sings.

Knowledge and wonder are the dyad of our worthy lives as intellectual beings.

Nothing matches the holiness and fascination of accurate and intricate detail.

Science is not a heartless pursuit of objective information; it is a creative human activity.

Once lucky$$$ twice confident$$$ and thrice dead.

The finished product is a result of a series of organic$$$ creative mistakes--perception itself becoming the editor of the final report.