IN April 1882 my father died and I was at once whirled out of my land of dreams into a very different sphere.
It is curious that with my somewhat antinomian tendencies I should have...
I would go to bed every night and have dreams about having a time machine and...
There are no dreams too large no innovation unimaginable and no frontiers...
I'll see you in my dreams.
When your dreams tire they go underground and out of kindness that's where...
I keep telling myself to calm down to take less of an interest in things and not to get so excited but I still care a lot about liberty freedom of speech and expression and fairness in journalism.
