They Say That The Best Counsel Is

Dreams Are Rough Copies Of The Waking Soul Yet Uncorrected Of The Higher Will, So That Men Sometimes In Their Dreams Confess An Unsuspected, Or Forgotten, Self; -since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, Are Akin In Missing Each That Salutory Rein Of Reason, And The Grinding Will Of Man.

The Fox Is Very Cunning, But He Is More Cunning Who Catches The Fox.

When Love Is Not Madness, It Is Not Love.

Our Treasures Trifles Seem, And All Our Life Is Dreaming, And The Dreams Themselves Are Dreams.

How Surely A Knowledge Of The World Hardens The Heart!