Adelbert von Chamisso

I am a solitary wave in the dark and desolate sea: and the sparkling glass I drank was drugged with misery.

What use would wings be to a man bound in iron fetters? They would only drive him to even greater despair.

In Wirklichkeit war ich schon wach, aber ich hielt noch die Augen zu, um die Traaumgestalten noch länger vor meiner Seele zu behalten.