Any writer who puts his words and thoughts out into the public is going to be criticized.
Music, oh, how faint, how weak,Language fades before thy spell!Why should Feeling ever speak,When thou canst breathe her soul so well?
Music, oh, how faint, how weak,Language fades before thy spell!
The key to seeing the world's soul, and in the process wakening our own, is to get over the confusion by which we think that fact is real and imagination is illusion.