Nothing Is Real Beyond Imaginative Patterns Men

The Eye Sees More Than The Heart Knows.

All Futurity Seems Teeming With Endless Destruction Never To Be Repelled; Desperate Remorse Swallows The Present In A Quenchless Rage.

Kill Not The Moth Nor Butterfly, For The Last Judgement Draweth Nigh.

The Tree Which Moves Some To Tears Of Joy Is In The Eyes Of Others Only A Green Thing That Stands In The Way. Some See Nature All Ridicule And Deformity... And Some Scarce See Nature At All. But To The Eyes Of The Man Of Imagination, Nature Is Imagination Itself.

None But Blockheads Copy Each Other.