Hence, viper thoughts, that coil around my mind, Reality's dark dream!
I turn from you, and listen to the wind.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale -- my dreams become the substances of my life.

As I live and am a man, this is an unexaggerated tale - my dreams become the substances of my life.

The world is dictated by our desires rather than our thoughts. The prior puts the latter in motion.

Advice is like snow -- the softer it falls, the longer it dwells upon, and the deeper it sinks into the mind.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds, And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark; That singest like an angel in the clouds.