Things were too unsettled, and changing rapidly, and, well, no one could say where they might be in a year.
Such is the influence which the condition of our own thoughts, exercise, even over the appearance of external objects.
Men who look on nature, and their fellow-men, and cry that all is dark and gloomy, are in the right; but the sombre colours are reflections from their own jaundiced eyes and hearts.
The real hues are delicate, and need a clearer vision.
Did we create a modern myth,
Did we imagine half of it,
Would happen in a thought from now?
You don’t question Providence.
If you can’t have the reality, a dream is just as good.
What if you were unable to wake from that dream? How would you know the difference between the dream world and the real world?