Youth is a blossom whose fruit is love; happy is he who plucks it after watching it slowly ripen.
Alexandre DumasThat is a dream also; only he has remained asleep, while you have awakened; and who knows which of you is the most fortunate?
Alexandre DumasNothing makes time pass or shortens the way like a thought that absorbs in itself all the faculties of the one who is thinking. External existence is then like a sleep of which this thought is the dream. Under its influence, time has no more measure, space has no more distance.
Alexandre Dumas