Dreams are the subtle Dower/ That make us rich an Hour/ Then fling us poor/ Out of the purple door.

I'm nobody! Who are you? Are you nobody, too? Then there's a pair of us - don't tell! They'd banish us, you know

We never know where we go when we are going, We jest and shut the door; Fate - following behind us -bolts it, And we accost no more

God is not so wary as we, else He would give us no friends, lest we forget Him! The charms of the heaven in the bush are superseded, I fear, by the heaven in the hand, occasionally.

I have dreamt in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind. And this is one: I'm going to tell it - but take care not to smile at any part of it.

Ample make this bed. / Make this bed with awe; / In it wait till judgement break / Excellent and fair.