Composing Mortals With Immortal Fire.

A Daydream Is A Meal At Which Images Are Eaten. Some Of Us Are Gourmets, Some Gourmands, And A Good Many Take Their Images Precooked Out Of A Can And Swallow Them Down Whole, Absent-mindedly And With Little Relish.

In Times Of Joy, All Of Us Wished We Possessed A Tail We Could Wag.

Weep For The Lives Your Wishes Never Led.

Left To Itself The Masculine Imagination Has Very Little Appreciation For The Here And Now; It Prefers To Dwell On What Is Absent, On What Has Been Or May Be. If Men Are More Punctual Than Women, It Is Because They Know That, Without The External Discipline Of Clock Time, They Would Never Get Anything Done.

Harrow The House Of The Dead; Look Shining At New Styles Of Architecture, A Change Of Heart.