To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Speech is external thought, and thought internal speech.
Oblivion is the rule and fame the exception, of humanity.
It is the dim haze of mystery that adds enchantment to pursuit.
True felicity consists of its own consciousness.
Rumor, once started, rushes on like a river, until it mingles with, and is lost in the sea.