Even now I may not be
speaking from myself but from some character in whose soul
I now live.
I am certain.
I have not one idea of the truth
of any of my speculations. I shall never be a reasoner
because I care not to be
in the right.
I am certain of nothing.
Heaven is like happiness on earth only repeated in a finer tone.
I am certain of nothing hut of the holiness
of the heart’s affections.
Of the faltering, the arcane, the moot, the equivocal.
I am certain of nothing but
of the holiness of the heart’s affections and
Call the world, if you please, the vale of soul-making,
then you will find out the use of the world.
Do you see how necessary a world of pain is?
I am certain of nothing but of the holiness of the heart’s affections and
the truth of imagination.
And Cleopatra exclaimed: “Oh, to be Anthony’s horse!”
I am certain of nothing but and.
I was led into these thoughts by the beauty
of the morning operating on a sense of idleness.
I have not read any books.
The morning said I was right. And the thrush said I was right.