Dreams are rough copies of the waking soul Yet uncorrected of the higher will, So that men sometimes in their dreams confess An unsuspected, or forgotten, self; -Since Dreaming, Madness, Passion, are akin In missing each that salutary rein Of reason, and the grinding will of man.

— Pedro Calderón de la Barca

For even in dreams a good deed is not lost.

— Pedro Calderón de la Barca

In this treacherous world Nothing is the truth nor a lie. Everything depends on the color Of the crystal through which one sees it

— Pedro Calderón de la Barca

One may know how to gain victory, and know not how to use it

— Pedro Calderón de la Barca

When love is not madness it is not love.

— Pedro Calderón de la Barca