"Often while reading a book one feels that the author would have preferred to paint
rather than write; one can sense the pleasure he derives from describing a landscape
or a person, as if he were painting what he is saying, because deep in his heart
he would have preferred to use brushes and colors."
Pablo Picasso

Our Own Doing
"The mind is its own place, & in itself can make a heaven of hell, a hell of heaven."
Paradise Lost by John Milton

She came to Mrs. John H. Curran, of St. Louis, Missouri, one evening in the summer
of 1913, as Mrs. Curran sat with an ouija board on her knees, and introduced herself
as 'Patience Worth,' with the declaration that she lived long ago and now has come
again. From that time she has poured out a continuous stream of communications,
conversational and literary, including hundreds of poems, numerous parables and
allegories, several short stories, a drama, and two novels. She continued to do so
until the death of Mrs. John H. Curran.
Exert: The Case of Patience Worth by Casper S. Yost