It is the folly of too many to mistake the echo of a London coffee-house for the voice of the kingdom.
Jonathan SwiftImaginary evils soon become real ones by indulging our reflections on them; as he who in a melancholy fancy sees something like a face on the wall or the wainscot can, by two or three touches with a lead pencil, make it look visible, and agreeing with what he fancied.
Jonathan Swift