Do you hear the people sing Lost in the valley of the night? It is the music of a people Who are climbing to the light. For the wretched of the earth There is a flame that never dies. Even the darkest night will end And the sun will rise.

There is nothing like a dream to create the future.

But when ill indeed, Even dismissing the doctor don't always succeed.

His judgement demonstrates that one can be a genius and understand nothing of an art that is not one's own.

Symmetry is ennui, and ennui is the very essence of grief and melancholy. Despair yawns.

Thought is the work of the intellect, reverie is its self-indulgence. To substitute day-dreaming for thought is to confuse a poison with a source of nourishment.

Tobacco is the plant that converts thoughts into dreams.