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Dreaming is the poetry of Life, and we must be forgiven if we indulge in it a little.

John Galsworthy

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It is the continual, unconscious replacement, however fleeting, of oneself by another; the real cement of human life; the everlasting refreshment and renewal.
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If you do not think about the future, you cannot have one.
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And to be stolen away from ourselves by Art is a momentary relaxation from that itching, a minute’s profound, and as it were secret, enfranchisement.
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A snowy, moonlit peak, with its single star, soaring up to the passionate blue; or against the flames of sunset, an old yew-tree standing dark guardian of some fiery secret.
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He might wish and wish and never get it – the beauty and the loving in the world!
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For, what is grievous, dompting, grim, about our lives is that we are shut up within ourselves, with an itch to get outside ourselves.
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Dompting Itch Ourselves Outside Previous Shut

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