Who can distinguish darkness from the soul?

Ah$$$ faerics$$$ dancing under the moon$$$<br>A Druid land$$$ a Druid tune!<br>While still I may$$$ I write for you<br>The love I lived$$$ the dream I knew.

Jonathan Swift made a soul for the gentlemen of this city by hating his neighbor as himself.

We only believe in those thoughts which have been conceived not in the brain but in the whole body.

The blessed spirits must be sought within the self which is common to all.

The creations of a great writer are little more than the moods and passions of his own heart$$$ given surnames and Christian names$$$ and sent to walk the earth.

For he comes$$$ the human child!<br>To the waters and the wild<br>With a faery$$$ hand in hand$$$<br>From a world more full of weeping than he can understand.

An intellectual hatred is the worst.

Too many things are occurring for even a big heart to hold.

Faeries$$$ come take me out of this dull world$$$<br>For I would ride with you upon the wind$$$<br>Run on the top of the dishevelled tide$$$<br>And dance upon the mountains like a flame.