We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language.
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- We are made happy when reason can discover no occasion for it. The memory of some past moments is more persuasive than the experience of present ones. There have been visions of such breadth and brightness that these motes were invisible in their light.
- The language of friendship is not words but meanings.
- We are armed with language adequate to describe each leaf of the filed, but not to describe human character.
- Our truest life is when we are in our dreams awake.
- A friend is one who incessantly pays us the compliment of expecting from us all the virtues, and who can appreciate them in us. The friend asks no return but that his friend will religiously accept and wear and not disgrace his apotheosis of him. They cherish each other’s hopes. They are kind to each other’s dreams.
- I do not know how to distinguish between our waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?