There's a Long, Long Trail Winding Into the Land of My Dreams as I'm Accustomed to Sleep and in My Dreams to Imagine the Same Things That Lunatics Imagine When Awake
- In Sleep, Fantasy Takes the Form of Dreams. But in Waking Life, Too, We Continue to Dream Beneath the Threshold of Consciousness, Especially When Under the Influence of Repressed or Other Unconscious Complexes
- Huge and Mighty Forms That Do Not Live Like Living Men, Moved Slowly Through the Mind by Day and Were Trouble to My Dreams
- Even the Loveliest Dream Bears Like a Blemish Its Difference From Reality, the Awareness That What It Grants Is Mere Illusion
- Dreams Are Excursions Into the Limbo of Things, a Semi-Deliverance From the Human Prison
- Recall the Old Story of the Rather Refined Young Man Who Preferred Sex Dreams to Visiting Brothels Because He Met a Much Nicer Type of Girl That Way
