What Delusion Has Come Over Me? What

I Am Not Your Dear; I Cannot Lie Down: Send Me To School Soon, Mrs. Reed, For I Hate To Live Here.

Daydreams Are The Delusions Of The Devil.

The Idea Of Seeing The Sea - Of Being Near It - Watching Its Changes By Sunrise, Sunset, Moonlight, And Noonday - In Calm, Perhaps In Storm - Fills And Satisfies My Mind.

Let Your Performance Do The Thinking.

I Ask You To Pass Through Life At My Side—to Be My Second Self, And Best Earthly Companion.