I never can hear a crowd of people singing and gesticulating, all toge >>
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be >>
I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity. >>
We grow by our dreams. >>
I always have to dream up there against the stars. If I don't dream I >>
A man is not old until regrets take the place of dreams. >>
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.