From reveries so airy, from the toil
Of dropping buckets into empty wells,
And growing old in drawing nothing up.
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Thought is the labour of the intellect, reverie is its pleasure.
Defend me, therefore, common sense, say From reveries so airy, from the toil Of dropping buckets into empty wells, And growing old in drawing nothing up.
Leisure for reverie, gay or somber, does much to enrich life.
Reverie is when ideas float in our mind without reflection or regard of the understanding.
Do anything rather than give yourself to reverie.
Both mind and heart when given up to reveries and dreaminess, have a thousand avenues open for the entrance of evil.
To lose one's self in reverie, one must be either very happy, or very unhappy. Reverie is the child of extremes.
Sit in reverie and watch the changing color of the waves that break upon the idle seashore of the mind.
Tobacco and alcohol, delicious fathers of abiding friendships and fertile reveries.