And the cloud that took the form
(When the rest of Heaven was blue)
Of a demon in my view.

It is by no means an irrational fancy that, in a future existence, we shall look upon what we think our present existence, as a dream.

Beauty of whatever kind, in its supreme development, invariably excites the sensitive soul to tears.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Man's real life is happy, chiefly because he is ever expecting that it soon will be so.

They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.