We Are Near Awakening When We Dream

Man Is A Sun And His Senses Are The Planets.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

You Are Alone With Everything You Love.

Man Is Lyrical, Woman Epic, Marriage Dramatic.

What Delights, What Pleasures Does Your Life Offer You That Outweigh The Raptures Of Death?