This Time, Like All Times, Is A

Dreams Have A Poetic Integrity And Truth. This Limbo And Dust-hole Of Thought Is Presided Over By A Certain Reason, Too.

To Live The Greatest Number Of Good Hours Is Wisdom.

Nature Is Too Thin A Screen; The Glory Of The Omnipresent God Bursts Through Everywhere

We Pray To Be Conventional. But The Wary Heaven Takes Care You Shall Not Be, If There Is Anything Good In You. Dante Was Very Badcompany, And Was Never Invited To Dinner.

The World Is A Divine Dream, From Which We May Presently Awake To The Glories And Certainties Of Day.