If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.

And what they dare to dream of, date to do.

Incredulity robs us of many pleasures, and gives us nothing in return.

Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote.

Suddenly all the sky is hid As with the shutting of a lid, One by one great drops are falling Doubtful and slow, Down the pane they are crookedly crawling, And the wind breathes low; Slowly the circles widen on the river, Widen and mingle, one and all; Here and there the slenderer flowers shiver, Struck by an icy rain-drop’s fall.

Who gives himself with his alms feeds three, himself, his hungering neighbor and me.

Imagination, where it is truly creative, is a faculty, and not a quality; it looks before and after, it gives the form that makes all the parts work together harmoniously toward a given end, its seat is in the higher reason, and it is efficient only as a servant of the will. Imagination, as it is too often misunderstood, is mere fantasy, the image-making power, common to all who have the gift of dreams.