Better never to have met you in my dream than to wake and reach for hands that are not there.

When the voice of your friend or the page of your book sinks into democratic equality with the pattern of the wallpaper, the feel of your clothes, your memory of last night, and the noises from the road, you are falling asleep. The highly selective consciousness enjoyed by fully alert men, with all its builded sentiments and consecrated ideals, has as much to be called real as the drowsy chaos, and more.

And the worst thing about it was that you began to feel as if you had always lived on that ship, in that darkness, and to wonder whether sun and blue skies and wind and birds had not been only a dream.

It is the logic of our times,
No subject for immortal verse-
That we who lived by honest dreams
Defend the bad against the worse.

It is the logic of our times,No subject for immortal verse-That we who lived by honest dreamsDefend the bad against the worse.

Our prayers for others flow more easily than those for ourselves. This shows we are made to live by charity.