Only Imagination That Towers Can Reproduce Evanescence

I, Too, Dislike It. Reading It, However, With A Perfect Contempt For It, One Discovers In It, After All, A Place For The Genuine.

The Weak Overcomes Its/ Menace, The Strong Over-/comes Itself.

Not Till The Poets Among Us Can Be "literalists Of The Imagination"-above Insolence And Triviality And Can Present For Inspection, "imaginary Gardens With Real Toads In Them." Shall We Have It.

The Mind Is An Enchanting Thing.

That Which Is Impossible To Force, It Is Impossible To Hinder.