Dreams are the touchstones of our characters. We are scarcely less afflicted when we remember some unworthiness in our conduct in a dream than if it had been actual and the intensity of our grief which is our atonement measures inversely the degree by which this is separated from an actual unworthiness. For in dreams we but act a part which must have been learned and rehearsed in our waking hours and no doubt could discover some waking consent thereto. If this meanness has not its foundation in us why are we grieved at it

In dreams we see ourselves naked and acting out our real characters even more clearly than we see others awake. But an unwavering and commanding virtue would compel even its most fantastic and faintest dreams to respect its ever wakeful authority as we are accustomed to say carelessly we should never have dreamed of such a thing. Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.