One Should, When Overwhelmed By The Shadow

There Is An Energy Which Springs From Sickness And Debility: It Has A More Powerful Effect Than The Real, But, Sadly, Expires In An Even Greater Infirmity.

The Seat Of The Soul Is Where The Inner World And The Outer World Meet. Where They Overlap, It Is In Every Point Of The Overlap.

Nature Is A Petrified Magic City.

It Is Not Merely The Multiplicity Of Tints, The Gladness Of Tone, Or The Balminess Of The Air Which Delight In The Spring; It Is The Still Consecrated Spirit Of Hope, The Prophecy Of Happy Days Yet To Come; The Endless Variety Of Nature, With Presentiments Of Eternal Flowers Which Never Shall Fade, And Sympathy With The Blessedness Of The Ever-developing World.

The Normal Present Connects The Past And The Future Through Limitation. Contiguity Results, Crystallization By Means Of Solidification. There Also Exists, However, A Spiritual Present That Identifies Past And Future Through Dissolution, And This Mixture Is The Element, The Atmosphere Of The Poet.