"Words are only painted fire; a book is the fire itself." — Mark Twain

I am accustomed to sleep and in my dreams to imagine the same things that lunatics imagine when awake

To describe happiness is to diminish it

Nothing but heaven itself is better than a friend who is really a friend

Let us live for the beauty of our own reality

Only the dreamer shall understand realities, though in truth his dreaming must be not out of proportion to his waking

Each man should frame life so that at some future hour fact and his dreaming meet

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