Countless as the sands of sea are human passions, and not all of them are alike, and all of them, base and noble alike, are at first obedient to man and only later on become his terrible masters.
“O censer of the thought that golden gloweth, Be bright before her when the evening falleth.”
Ezra Pound | “Canzon: Of Incense”
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