"The love of our neighbor is the only door out of the dungeon of self, where we mope and mow, striking sparks, and rubbing phosphorescences out of the ...
I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
I do not write for children, but for the childlike, whether of five, or fifty, or seventy-five.