I Have Great Faith In Fools,— Self-confidence

Man's Real Life Is Happy, Chiefly Because He Is Ever Expecting That It Soon Will Be So.

I Have Been Happy, Though In A Dream. I Have Been Happy-and I Love The Theme: Dreams! In Their Vivid Colouring Of Life As In That Fleeting, Shadowy, Misty Strife

The Reproduction Of What The Senses Perceive In Nature Through The Veil Of The Soul.

And Have I Not Told You That What You Mistake For Madness Is But Over-acuteness Of The Sense? --now, I Say, There Came To My Ears A Low, Dull, Quick Sound, Such As A Watch Makes When Enveloped In Cotton. I Knew That Sound Well, Too. It Was The Beating Of The Old Man's Heart. It Increased My Fury, As The Beating Of A Drum Stimulates The Soldier Into Courage.

Sleep, Those Little Slices Of Death — How I Loathe Them.