Pedro Calderon De La Barca

And yet, and yet, in these our ghostly lives, Half night, half day, half sleeping, half awake, How if our waking life, like that of sleep, Be all a dream in that eternal life To which we wake not till we sleep in death

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.

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.

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