And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

Great events have sent before them their announcements.

One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it.

For man's greatest crime is to have been born.

Restless sunflower; cease to move.

Our treasures trifles seem, and all our life is dreaming, and the dreams themselves are dreams.

A friar who asks alms for God's sake begs for two.