The Grand show is eternal. It is always sunrise somewhere; the dew is never dried all at once; a shower is forever falling; vapour is ever rising.
Delicious autumn, my very soul is wedded to it, and if I were a bird I would fly about the world seeking the successive autumns.
It is reflective of our soul’s craving that is so essential to our being. For many wilderness has become artificial and the city is reality – wildness is abandoned for the false security of the cloistered neighbourhood
You “fell in love” but unfortunately you fell at the shallow end of the pool. It might be that there was a colour in the piece that you just “loved” but in reality it is just a “trendy” colour.
Yes, I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can find his way by moonlight, and see the dawn before the rest of the world.