For those who are awake, there is one common world; but of those who sleep, each turns aside into a private world of his own.
Between every two pines is a doorway to a new world.
Morning is when I am awake and there is a dawn in me. Moral reform is the effort to throw off sleep. We must learn to reawaken and keep ourselves awake, not by mechanical aids, but by an infinite expectation of the dawn, which does not forsake us in our soundest sleep.