Men speak of dreaming as if it were a phenomenon of night and sleep. They should know better. All results achieved by us are self-promised and all self-promises are made in dreams awake. Dreaming is the relief of laborthe wine that sustains us in act. We learn to love labor not for itself but for the opportunity it furnishes for dreaming which is the great under-monotone of real life unheard unnoticed because of its constancy. Living is dreaming. Only in the graves are there no dreams.