“Coleridge wrote, "Dreams are no shadows, but the very substances and calamities of my life.”
“Which dreams, indeed, are ambition, for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”
“O God, I could be bounded in a nutshell, and count myself a king of infinite space, were it not that I have bad dreams." Which dreams, indeed, are ambition; for the very substance of the ambitious is merely the shadow of a dream.”
“No, no, I am but shadow of myself:You are deceived, my substance is not here;”
“Travel, which had once charmed him, seemed, at length, unendurable, a business of color without substance, a phantom chase after his own dream's shadow.”
“What is life if not the shadow of a fleeting dream?”