Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream

All religion, my friend, is simply evolved out of fraud, fear, greed, imagination, and poetry

The Tell Tale Poe

Yet I am not more sure that my soul lives, than I am that perverseness is one of the primitive impulses of the human heart-one of the indivisible primary faculties, or sentiments, which give direction to the character of Man

Every moment of the night
Forever changing places
And they put out the star-light
With the breath from their pale faces