“When love is not madness it is not love.”

“Love that is not madness is not love.”

“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.”

“Pues el delito mayor del hombre es haber nacido.”

“Qué es la vida? Un frenesí.¿Qué es la vida? Una ilusión,una sombra, una ficción,y el mayor bien es pequeño:que toda la vida es sueño,y los sueños, sueños son”

“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”