It Is A Flaw In Happiness To

Ay, On The Shores Of Darkness There Is A Light, And Precipices Show Untrodden Green; There Is A Budding Morrow In Midnight; There Is Triple Sight In Blindness Keen.

I Am Certain Of Nothing But The Holiness Of The Heart’s Affections And The Truth Of The Imagination – What The Imagination Seizes As Beauty Must Be Truth – Whether It Existed Before Or Not – For I Have The Same Idea Of All Our Passions As Of Love They Are All In Their Sublime, Creative Of Essential Beauty . . .

Knowledge Enormous Makes A God Of Me.

Much Have I Traveled In The Realms Of Gold, And Many Goodly States And Kingdoms Seen.

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