Book: The Sandman

There is nothing more surprising and insane than real life itself, and the poet can only imagine its vague reflection, as if in a roughly polished mirror.

Have you, my benevolent reader, experienced something that would completely capture your heart, feelings and thoughts, crowding out everything else?

If our spirit is firm and strengthened by the vigor of life, then it is able to distinguish an alien, hostile influence, exactly as it is, and calmly follow the path where our inclinations and vocation attract us.

This cold soul does not penetrate a single ray of the mysterious that so often wraps its invisible arms around a person; she sees only the motley surface of the world and, like a childish child, rejoices at the golden fruits, in the core of which a deadly poison is hidden.

If the house was about to collapse, then I, like a certain woman, before running away, would have time to quickly straighten the curtain that had been bent.

Go with the idea that these alien images have no power over you; only the Belief in their hostile power can make them really hostile to you.