“And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives,Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake,How if our waking life, like that of sleep,Be all a dream in that eternal lifeTo which we wake not till we sleep in death”

“Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confessAn unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akinIn missing each that salutory reinOf reason, and the grinding will of man.”

“What is this life? A frenzy, an illusion,A shadow, a delirium, a fiction.The greatest good's but little, and this lifeIs but a dream, and dreams are only dreams.”

“Tis not where we lie but whence we fell; the loss of Heaven's the greatest pain in Hell.”

“One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.”

“one may know how to gain victory, and know not how to use it”

“In this treacherous worldNothing is the truth nor a lie.Everything depends on the colorOf the crystal through which one sees it”