I will no longer as has ever been my habit, continue to ruminate on every petty vexation which fortune may dispense; I will enjoy the present, and the past shall be for me the past. No doubt you are right, my best of friends, there would be far less suffering amongst mankind, if men- and God knows why they are so fashioned- did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.
— The Sorrows of Young Werther
This world of imagination is the world of eternity.
— William Blake, A Vision of the Last Judgment (via portionsofeternity)