Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till Experienced –

So Let Me Be Thy Choir, And Make A Moan Upon The Midnight Hours.

Four Seasons Fill The Measure Of The Year; There Are Four Seasons In The Minds Of Men.

Like A Mermaid In Sea-weed, She Dreams Awake, Trembling In Her Soft And Chilly Nest.

We Have Woven A Web, You And I, Attached To This World But A Separate World Of Our Own Invention.

What Occasions The Greater Part Of The World's Quarrels? Simply This: Two Minds Meet And Do Not Understand Each Other In Time Enough To Prevent Any Shock Of Surprise At The Conduct Of Either Party.