Nothing Ever Becomes Real Till

Health Is My Expected Heaven.

It Appears To Me That Almost Any Man May Like The Spider Spin From His Own Inwards His Own Airy Citadel.

A Thing Of Beauty Is A Joy Forever: Its Loveliness Increases; It Will Never Pass Into Nothingness.

Thou Foster-child Of Silence And Slow Time.

Dancing Music, Music Sad, Both Together, Sane And Mad.