Assent - and you are sane - Demur - and you're straightaway dangerous - and handled with a chain.
Noon - is the Hinge of Day-.
The things of which we want the proof are those we know the best.
To shut your eyes is to travel.
I held a jewel in my fingers And went to sleep. The day was warm, and winds were prosy; I said: "'T will keep." I woke and chid my honest fingers,— The gem was gone; And now an amethyst remembrance Is all I own.
We both believe, and disbelieve a hundred times an hour, which keeps believing nimble.