For I have always been a seeker, a dreamer, and a ponderer on seeking and dreaming...

All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.

All life is only a set of pictures in the brain, among which there is no difference betwixt those born of real things and those born of inward dreamings, and no cause to value the one above the other.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?

I neither knew nor cared whether my experience was insanity, dreaming, or magic; but was determined to gaze on brilliance and gaiety at any cost.

But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false?