Everything is perfect on the street again, the world is permeated with roses of happiness all the time, but none of us… — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
This life we live is a strange dream, and I don't believe at all any account men give of it. — Henry David Thoreau Copy Share Image
The happiness consists in realizing that it is all a great strange dream. — Jack Kerouac Copy Share Image
When music sounds, gone is the earth I know, And all her lovelier things even lovelier grow; Her flowers in vision flame,… — Walter de La Mare Copy Share Image
For anyone addicted to reading commonplace books . . . finding a good new one is much like enduring a familiar recurrence… — M. F. K. Fisher Copy Share Image
