Dreams are the bright creatures of poem and legend, who sport on earth in the night season, and melt away in the first beam of the sun, which lights grim care and stern reality on their daily pilgrimage through the world.

“I see a beautiful city and a brilliant people rising from this abyss. I see the…”

“A wonderful fact to reflect upon, that every human creature is constituted to b…”

“Your haughty religious people would have held their heads up to see me as I am …”

“Papa, potatoes, poultry, prunes and prism, are all very good words for the lips.”