Not in the clamor of the crowded street, not in the shouts and plaudit >>
No literature is complete until the language it was written in is dead >>
All things must change to something new, to something strange. >>
There is no self-delusion more fatal than that which makes the conscie >>
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard o >>
In that sweet mood when pleasant thoughts bring sad thoughts to the mi >>
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.