All life is an experiment.

Only so much do I know, as I have lived.

Do not be too timid and squeamish about your actions. All life is an experience.

Only so much of life do I know as I have lived.

The experience of each new age requires a new confession, and the world seems always waiting for its poet

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . . .