I have striven not to laugh at human actions, not to weep at them, not to hate them, but to understand them.
—Baruch Spinoza, Tractatus Politicus, 1676
O what can ail thee, knight-at-arms, Alone and palely loitering? The sedge has withered from the lake, And no birds sing. O what can ail th...
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