All Thoughts, All Passions, All Delights Whatever

The Secondary Imagination I Consider As An Echo Of The Former, Co-existing With The Conscious Will, Yet Still As Identical With The Primary In The Kind Of Its Agency, And Differing Only In Degree, And In The Mode Of Its Operation. It Dissolves, Diffuses, Dissipates, In Order To Recreate: Or Where This Process Is Rendered Impossible, Yet Still At All Events It Struggles To Idealize And To Unify. It Is Essentially Vital, Even As All Objects (as Objects) Are Essentially Fixed And Dead.

Those Who Best Know Human Nature Will Acknowledge Most Fully What A Strength Light Hearted Nonsense Give To A Hard Working Man

'tis A Month Before The Month Of May, And The Spring Comes Slowly Up This Way.

Why Aren't More Gems From Our Great Authors Scattered Over The Country? Great Books Aren't Within Everybody's Reach.

Swans Sing Before They Die - 'twere No Bad Thing Should Certain Persons Die Before They Sing.