I know the dark delight of being strange,/ The penalty of difference in the crowd,/ The loneliness of wisdom among fools . . .

Upon the clothes behind the tenement, That hang like ghosts suspended from the lines, Linking each flat, but to each indifferent, Incongruous and strange the moonlight shines.

If we are alone, we become more alone. Life is strange

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.

Nations, like plants and human beings, grow. And if the development is thwarted they are dwarfed and overshadowed.

Idealism is like a castle in the air if it is not based on a solid foundation of social and political realism.