To make a prairie it takes a clover and one bee, One clover, and a bee, And revery, The revery alone will do, If bees are few.

Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.

Reverie is the groundwork of creative imagination; it is the privilege of the artist that with him it is not as with other men an escape from reality, but the means by which he accedes to it.

What a wee little part of a person's life are his acts and his words! His real life is led in his head, and is known to none but himself.

Let us leave every man at liberty to seek into himself and to lose himself in his ideas.