+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++Ernest Hemingway (1899-1961), U.S. author. The Green Hills of Africa, ch. 1 (1935).
Be thine own palace, or the world's thy jail.
I throw myself down in my chamber, and I call in, and invite God, and his Angels thither, and when they are there, I neglect God and his Angels, for the noise of a fly, for the rattling of a coach, for the whining of a door.
When I died last, and, Dear, I die
As often as from thee I go
Though it be but an hour ago,
And lovers' hours be full eternity.
Reason is our soul's left hand, Faith her right,
By these we reach divinity.