Perched upon a bust of Pallas, just above my chamber door,- Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

I have great faith in fools,— self-confidence my friends will call it.

Sensations are the great things, after all. Should you ever be drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations; they will be worth to you ten guineas a sheet.

If you are ever drowned or hung, be sure and make a note of your sensations.

I have no words alas! to tell the loveliness of loving well

I was never really insane except upon occasions when my heart was touched.

Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows Follow sweet children I'll show thee the way through all the pain and the Sorrows Weep not poor childlen for life is this way murdering beauty and Passions Hush now dear children it must be this way to weary of life and Deceptions Rest now my children for soon we'll away into the calm and the Quiet Come little children I'll take thee away, into a land of Enchantment Come little children the time's come to play here in my garden of Shadows