The loveliest Muse in the world does not feed her owner; these girls make fine mistresses but terrible wives
Invisible is real. Souls have their own world.
The human mind, I believe, cares for the True only in the general character of an epoch.
What is a great life? It is the dreams of youth realised in old age.
Doubt is the freedom of thought. Any claim to truth can be doubted.
Do you not see with your own eyes the chrysalis fact assume by degrees the wings of fiction?