We make for ourselves, in truth, our own spiritual world, our own monsters, chimeras, angels, --we make objective what ferments in us.  All is marvellous for the poet; all is divine for the saint; all is great for the hero; all is wretched, miserable, ugly, bad for the base and sordid soul.  The bad man creates around him a pandemonium... the elect soul a paradise, which each of them sees for himself alone.  We are all visionaries, and what we see is our soul in things.  We reward ourselves and punish ourselves without knowing it, so that all appears to change when we change.

                                               - Henri Frederic Amiel  (1821-1881) a Swiss poet and philosopher.

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