When I Say To The Moment Flying;

Everything That Frees Our Spirit Without Giving Us Control Of Ourselves Is Ruinous.

Those Who Hope For No Other Life Are Dead Even For This.

We Often Feel That We Lack Something, And Seem To See That Very Quality In Someone Else, Promptly Attributing All Our Own Qualities To Him Too, And A Kind Of Ideal Contentment As Well. And So The Happy Mortal Is A Model Of Complete Perfection--which We Have Ourselves Created.

Reality Surpasses Imagination; And We See, Breathing, Brightening, And Moving Before Our Eyes Sights Dearer To Our Hearts Than Any We Ever Beheld In The Land Of Sleep.

Man Would Not Be The Finest Creature In The World If He Were Not Too Fine For It.