I will not be clapped in a hood, Nor a cage, nor alight upon wrist, Now I have learnt to be proud Hovering over the wood In the broken mist Or tumbling cloud.

—William Butler Yeats, “The Hawk”

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

—M arcel Proust ,

In Search of Lost Time, Vol. II

Are y ou sure that a floor ca nnot also be a c eiling?