You're Something Between A Dream And A

What We Call Life Is A Condition Of The Soul. And The Soul Must Improve In Happiness And Wisdom, Except By Its Own Fault. These Tears In Our Eyes, These Faintings Of The Flesh, Will Not Hinder Such Improvement.

My Patience Has Dreadful Chilblains From Standing So Long On A Monument.

Like To Write? Of Course, Of Course I Do. I Seem To Live While I Write - It Is Life, For Me.

There Shakespeare, On Whose Forehead Climb The Crowns O' The World; Oh, Eyes Sublime With Tears And Laughter For All Time!

There, That Is Our Secret: Go To Sleep! You Will Wake, And Remember, And Understand.