The world only exists in your eyes. You can make it as big or as small as you want

For a while these reveries provided an outlet for his imagination; they were a satisfactory hint of the unreality of reality, a promise that the rock of the world was founded securely on a fairy's wing.

I don't care about truth. I want some happiness.

So he waited, listening for a moment longer to the tuning-fork that had been struck upon a star.

It appears that every man's insomnia is as different from his neighbours as are their daytime hopes and aspirations.

For awhile after you quit Keats all other poetry seems to be only whistling or humming.

Optimism is the content of small men in high places.