Out of the trunk, the branches grow; out of them, the twigs. So, in productive subjects, grow the chapters.
Herman MelvilleLove's secrets, being mysteries, ever pertain to the transcendent and the infinite; and so they are as airy bridges, by which ourfurther shadows pass over into the regions of the golden mists and exhalations; whence all poetical, lovely thoughts are engendered, and drop into us, as though pearls should drop from rainbows.
Herman Melville