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

For I see now that I am asleep that I dream when I am awake.

"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."

"These flowers, which were splendid and sprightly,
Waking in the dawn of the morning,
In the evening will be a pitiful frivolity,
Sleeping in the cold night's arms."

A good action is never lost; it is a treasure laid up and guarded for the doer's need.