A man without decision can never be said to belong to himself; he is as a wave of the sea, or a feather in the air which every breeze blows about.
But who can quantify the algebra of space, or weigh those worlds that swim each in its place? Who can outdo the dark? And what computer knows how beauty comes to birth - shell star and rose? -Technicians by Jean Kenward
The geometry of sky extends its angles. Look, beyond the hemisphere of pen and book. Technicians by Jean Kenward
