If you’ve got a plot the size of a car or a tiny yard in Italy, you’re going to be growing tomatoes and basil and celery and carrots, and everybody is still connected to the land.
In 50 years – or 20 years, or 200 years – our current epistemic horizon (the Big Bang, roughly) may look as parochial as the horizon Newton had to settle for in his day, but no doubt there will still be good questions whose answers elude us.
An injured lion still wants to roar.
So long as the Zulu people are here, clearly I will still have a role to play in this country.
Those whose life is long still strive for gain, and for all mortals all things take second place to money.
For one heat, all know, doth drive out another, One passion doth expel another still.
We still need a voice that thinks before it speaks.
The image of the unions is still not in tune with where we actually are, which is fifty-fifty men and women, with an increasing number of women at the top. I think it is changing, but I’m not complacent about this.
What is emitted from the divine, though it be only like the reflection from the fire, still has the divine reality in itself, and one might almost ask what were the fire without glow, the sun without light, or the Creator without the creature?
Plato is dear to me, but dearer still is truth.