Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?


Phantastes (1858)


Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?

Why are all reflections lovelier than what we call the reality? — not so grand or so strong, it may be, but always lovelier?