> “Men of dreams, the lovers and the poets, are better in most things than
the men of my sort; the men of intellect. You take your being from your
mothers. You live to the full: it is given you to love with your whole
strength, to know and taste the whole of life. We thinkers, though often
we seem to rule you, cannot live with half your joy and full reality.
Ours is a thin and arid life, but the fullness of being is yours; yours
the sap of the fruit, the garden of lovers, the joyous pleasaunces of