In Sleep we lie all naked and alone in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness and we are strange and beautiful asleep for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.
Is this not the true romantic feeling not to desire to escape life but to...
But the wicked passions of men's hearts alone seem strong enough to leave...
They say a little knowledge is a dangerous thing but it's not one half so bad as a lot of ignorance.
