Economics becomes redundant if it can rationalise an exchange that sells the future of humankind.
Your fate is to be yourself, both punishment and crime.
The pressed oil of words can blaze up into music, into image, into the heart and mind's knowledge. The lit and shadowed places within us can be warmed.
Justice lacking passion fails, betrays.
Wrong solitude vinegars the soul, right solitude oils it.
Between certainty and the real, an ancient enmity.
Some questions cannot be answered. They become familiar weights in the hand, round stones pulled from the pocket, unyielding and cool.
Only an excellent fabric can originate an excellent fashion
From one tyrant to another. That is the world we know, now
Here was a new generation, shouting the old cries, learning the old creeds, through a revery of long days and nights; destined finally to go out into that dirty gray turmoil to follow love and pride; a new generation dedicated more than the last to the fear of poverty and the worship of success; grown up to find all Gods dead, all wars fought, all faiths in man shaken.
You can either invade a country or leave them alone and trade with them. When goods cross borders, armies don't.