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

Yet mad I am not...and very surely do I not dream.

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

All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream

And thus, as a closer and still closer intimacy admitted me more unreservedly into recesses if his spirit, the more bitterly did I perceive the futility of all attempt at cheering a mind from which darkness, as if an inherent positive quality, poured forth upon all objects of the moral and physical universe in one unceasing radiation of gloom.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.