simple little thought, once under the touch of imagination, grows more splendrous than art, more beautiful than life. It is never a question of the size of your song and thought, but the question of Faith. We shall be at once brought back, if we are once admitted into that wonderful house, to the age of emotion and true love, where we speak only one language that is that of adoration. As it is the world of imagination, the life poetical and important will be in our sure reach; let us be thankful that the reality of the external world has ceased to be a standard, and we will happily be our own god, and Buddha. We will be a revelation, therefore a great art itself, of hope and passion, which will never fail.
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