Gone, Glimmering Through The Dream

With Thee All Tales Are Sweet; Each Clime Has Charms; Earth - Sea Alike - Our World Within Our Arms.

Shakespeare's Name, You May Depend On It, Stands Absurdly Too High And Will Go Down.

One Certainly Has A Soul; But How It Came To Allow Itself To Be Enclosed In A Body Is More Than I Can Imagine.

And If I Laugh At Any Mortal Thing, 'tis That I May Not Weep.

In General I Do Not Draw Well With Literary Men -- Not That I Dislike Them But I Never Know What To Say To Them After I Have Praised Their Last Publication.