“I dream of an ideal confessor to tell everything to, spill it all: I dream of a blasé saint.”

“It's difficult in times like these: ideals, dreams and cherished hopes rise within us, only to be crushed by grim reality. It's a wonder I haven't abandoned all my ideals, they seem so absurd and impractical. Yet I cling to them because I still believe, in spite of everything, that people are truly good at heart.”

“And the things you can’t remember tell the things you can’t forget that history puts a saint in every dream.”

“Yes of course I know it's all a dream. Isn't everything?”

“I don't dream at night, I dream at day, I dream all day; I'm dreaming for living.”

“I dreamed I spoke in another's language,I dreamed I lived in another's skin,I dreamed I was my own beloved,I dreamed I was a tiger's kin.I dreamed that Eden lived inside me,And when I breathed a garden came,I dreamed I knew all of Creation,I dreamed I knew the Creator's name.I dreamed--and this dream was the finest--That all I dreamed was real and true,And we would live in joy forever,You in me, and me in you.”