The cool wind blew in my face and all at once I felt as if I had shed dullness from myself. Before me lay a long gray line with a black mark down the center. The birds were singing. It was spring.
Ancient Rome was as confident of the immutability of its world and the continual expansion and improvement of the human lot as we are today.
The world needs anger. The world often continues to allow evil because it isn't angry enough.

