Perhaps Life Is Just That... A Dream

Perhaps Life Is Just That... A Dream And A Fear.

Danger Lies In The Writer Becoming The Victim Of His Own Exaggeration, Losing The Exact Notion Of Sincerity, And In The End Coming To Despise Truth Itself As Something Too Cold, Too Blunt For His Purpose -- As, In Fact, Not Good Enough For His Insistent Emotion. From Laughter And Tears The Descent Is Easy To Sniveling And Giggles.

The Sea Never Changes And Its Works, For All The Talks Of Men, Are Wrapped In Mystery.

The Ocean Has The Conscienceless Temper Of A Savage Autocrat Spoiled By Much Adulation

For A Moment I Had A View Of A World That Seemed To Wear A Vast And Dismal Aspect Of Disorder, While, In Truth, Thanks To Our Unwearied Efforts, It Is As Sunny An Arrangement Of Small Conveniences As The Mind Of Man Can Conceive.