You have absorb'd me. I have a sensation at the present moment as though I was dissolving.

Thou foster-child of Silence and slow Time.

Give me books, fruit, French wine and fine weather and a little music out of doors, played by someone I do not know. I admire lolling on a lawn by a water-lilied pond to eat white currants and see goldfish: and go to the fair in the evening if I'm good. There is not hope for that -one is sure to get into some mess before evening.

We have oftener than once endeavoured to attach some meaning to that aphorism, vulgarly imputed to Shaftesbury, which however we can find nowhere in his works, that "ridicule is the test of truth."

He ne'er is crowned with immortality Who fears to follow where airy voices lead.

Its better to lose your ego to the One you Love than to lose the One you Love to your Ego

Many have original minds who do not think it - they are led away by custom!