As perfume doth remain In the folds where it hath lain, So the thought of you, remaining Deeply folded in my brain, Will not leave me: all things leave me: You remain.
Arthur SymonsI had my dreams of Venice, but nothing that I had dreamed was as impossible as what I found.
Arthur SymonsThere is not a dream which may not come true, if we have the energy which makes, or chooses, our own fate.... It is only the dreams of those light sleepers who dream faintly that do not come true.
Arthur SymonsA realist, in Venice, would become a romantic by mere faithfulness to what he saw before him.
Arthur Symons