All would be well could we but give us wholly to the dreams and get their world that to the sense is shadow, and not linger wretchedly among substantial things; for it is dreams that lifts us to the flowing, changing world that the heart longs for. -W.B. Yeats

It is only when we are very happy, that we can bear to gaze merrily upon the vast and limitless expanse of water, rolling on and on with such persistent, irritating monotony, to the accompaniment of our thoughts, whether grave or gay. When they are gay, the waves echo their gaiety; but when they are sad, then every breaker, as it rolls, seems to [...]