Nothing ever becomes real 'til it is experienced.

“No estoy seguro de nada excepto de la santidad del afecto del Corazón y la verd…”

“My mind has been the most discontented and restless one that ever was put into …”

“Where are the songs of Spring? Aye, where are they? Think not of them; thou has…”

“Nada es estable en el mundo. El tumulto es vuestra única música.”