Love that is not madness is not love. What is life? A madness. What is life? An illusion, a shadow, a story. And the greatest good is little enough: for all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams. One may know how to gain a victory, and know not how to use it. But whether it be dream or truth, to do well is what matters. If it be truth, for truth's sake. If not, then to gain friends for the time when we awaken. Tis not where we lie, but whence we fell; The loss of heaven's the greatest pain in hell. Green is the prime color of the world, and that from which its loveliness arises. For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams. | 
