Every body drags its shadow, and every mind its doubt.—Victor Hugo.
Dreams.—Children of night, of indigestion bred.—Churchill.
A world of the dead in the hues of life.—Mrs. Hemans.
The fickle pensioners of Morpheus' train.—Milton.
Dreams always go by contraries, my dear.—Samuel Lover.
We are somewhat more than ourselves in our sleeps, and the slumber of the body seems to be but the waking of the soul. It is the litigation of sense, but the liberty of reason; and our waking conceptions do not match the fancies of our sleeps.—Sir T. Browne.
The mockery of unquiet slumbers.—Shakespeare.
Like a dog, he hunts in dreams.—Tennyson.
Dress.—It is well known that a loose and easy dress contributes much to give to both sexes those fine proportions of body that are observable in the Grecian statues, and which serve as models to our present artists.—Rousseau.
Duty.—Stern daughter of the voice of God.—Wordsworth.