I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity
I have great faith in fools self confidence my friends call it.
Sweet is the dream, divinely sweet, when absent souls in fancy meet.
Science has not yet taught us if madness is or is not the sublimity of the intelligence.
It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.
All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.
Take this kiss upon the brow And, in parting from you now,Thus much let me avowYou are not wrong who deemThat my days have been a dreamYet if hope has flown awayIn a night, or in a day,In a vision, or in none,Is it therefore the less goneAll that we see or seemIs but a dream within a dream.
Filled with mingled cream and amber I will drain that glass again. Such hilarious visions clamber Through the chambers of my brain -- Quaintest thoughts -- queerest fancies Come to life and fade away; Who cares how time advances? I am drinking ale today.
Were I called on to define, very briefly, the term art, I should call it the Reproduction of what the senses perceive in nature through the veil of the mist
I would define, in brief, the poetry of words as the rhythmical creation of Beauty
Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.
I have great faith in fools - my friends call it self-confidence
The ninety and nine are with dreams, content but the hope of the world made new, is the hundredth man who is grimly bent on making those dreams come true
Yes, I now feel that it was then on that evening of sweet dreams- that the very first dawn of human love burst upon the icy night of my spirit. Since that period I have never seen nor heard your name without a shiver half of delight, half of anxiety.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.