We wake from one dream into another dream.
The ornament of a house is the friends who frequent it.
All is a riddle, and the key to a riddle...is another riddle.
I can find my biography in every fable that I read.
Pain is superficial, and therefore fear is. The torments of martyrdoms are probably most keenly felt by the by-standers.
The genius of life is friendly to the noble, and, in the dark, brings them friends from far.