Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.
Tomorrow changes the face of reality.
Everybody should fear only one person, and that person should be himself .
The stars above will be below when man has Love.
As science pushes forward, ignorance and superstition gallop around the flanks and bite science in the rear with big dark teeth.
Confucius once said that a bear could not fart at the North Pole without causing a big wind in Chicago.
Miles above the Earth we know, Fancy’s rocket roars. Below, Here and Now are needles which Sew a pattern black as pitch, Waiting for the rocket’s light.
Now we have lit a candle to the power Of atoms; now we know we’re heirs of light Itself...
Caught Beauty, held to light, now apes A good, now evil, thing the shifting sign And spectrum of archaic, psychic shapes.
Can imagination act Perpendicular to fact? Can it be a kite that flies Till the Earth, umbrella-wise, Folds and drops away from sight?