"Beauty, like ice, our footing does betray; Who can tread sure on the smooth, slippery way: Pleased with the surface, we glide swiftly on, And see the ...
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.
Photo by Ákos Szabó
Photo by Ian Turnell
The intoxication of anger, like that of the grape, shows us to others, but hides us from ourselves.