I am waiting for quite another happiness; already it approaches. We live dreams with almost the same intensity as we do reality. All of our life, from birth to death, is fraught with dreams. Is it not also a dream which we take for reality? Are we certain of it's reality because we do not know another life more real? Not only do I believe that, but I am convinced it is the sole reason of the certitude that our earthly life is one of dreams of another life more real, and so on to infinity, until we reach that last life, which is the life of God. Birth and our first ideas on earth may be considered the beginning of slumber, and all terrestrial life makes our total slumber. —
I do the very best I know how—the very best I can, and I mean to keep doing so until the end. If the end brings me out all right, what is said against me won't amount to anything.—
