How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

A very slight change in our habits is sufficient to destroy our sense of our daily reality, and the reality of the world about us; the moment we pass out of our habits we lose all sense of permanency and routine

The hours I spend with you I look upon as sort of a perfumed garden, a dim twilight, and a fountain singing to it. You and you alone make me feel that I am alive. Other men it is said have seen angels, but I have seen thee and thou art enough.

We got a lot of idiots,

He got a corporation mind. He don't believe in nature; he puts his trust and distrust in man.