For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.

I'm a realist by day, a dreamer by night.

Hail! Independence, hail! Heaven's next best gift, To that of life and an immortal soul!

The dog has seldom been successful in pulling man up to its level of sagacity, but man has frequently dragged the dog down to his.

The day dawns, and then it ends, and the night passes away. Man's life is diminishing, but he does not understand. Each day, the mouse of death is gnawing away at the rope of life.

Statues and pictures and verse may be grand, But they are not the Life for which they stand.