We taste and feel and see the truth. We do not reason ourselves into it.
The visible world is no longer a reality and the unseen world no longer a dream.
Grant me an old man's frenzy, Myself must I remake Till I am Timon and Lear Or that William Blake Who beat upon the wall Till Truth obeyed his call.
The uncontrollable mystery on the bestial floor.
I am of a healthy long lived race, and our minds improve with age.
The only enemy of innocence and beauty is time.