“Alas, the strange varieties or life!
We live 'mid perils and pleasures, like
Characters 'graven on the sand, or hues
Colouring the rainbow. Wild as a sick fancy
And changeful as a maiden, is this dream,
This brief dream on earth - - -”

“No sick man's monstrous dream can be so wild that some philosopher won't say it's true.”
Postremo nemo aegrotus quidquam somniat tam infandum, quod non aliquis dicat philosophus.

“Reading changed dreams into life and life into dreams.”

“In a herber green, asleep where I lay,
The birds sang sweet in the mids of the day;
I dreamed fast of mirth and play.
In youth is pleasure, in youth is pleasure.”

“There are a thousand fanciful things
Linked round the young heart's imaginings.
In its first love-dream, a leaf or a flower
Is gifted then with a spell and a power:
A shade is an omen, a dream is a sign,
From which the maiden can well divine
Passion's whole history.”

“We live as we dream - alone. While the dream disappears, the life continues painfully.”

“Poetry is a sort of truancy, a dream within the dream of life, a wild flower planted among our wheat.”

“Like all sweet dreams, it will be brief, but brevity makes sweetness, doesn't it?”

“[Wild] with a dream of wildness.”

“Sing me a rainbow. Steal me a dream.”