The Dream is the aquarium of the night.

The Dream is the literature of sleep.

The Dream is what you wake up from.

The Dream is the memory of the night.

Grief is a room without doors.

Grief is the essence of humanity — Man, when he does not grieve, hardly exists.

Grief is a great struggle — grief teaches the steadiest minds to waver.

Grief is a developer of the powers of the mind.

Habit is the invisible architecture of daily life.

Habit is that into which uncertainty disappears.

Habit is the second nature which destroys the first.

Habit is the ballast that chains the dog to his vomit.