Letter

 1 Introd   |                I cherish the following dream: of going to live in the
 2 XIV      |             your CITADEL, it is like a dream and it seems to me that
 3 XVIII    |              nor like them for long. I dream so much and I live so little,
 4 XVIII    |               am three hundred, if the dream has been sombre. Isn’t it
 5 XIX      |                the author” who made me dream so much in my youth.~
 6 XXI      |                 I shall come back in a dream to tell you.~
 7 XLIV     |               ideal which one does not dream of grasping, fixes itself
 8 LVI      |               destiny, since it is his dream and his passion.~Inventing
 9 LXIV     |                were ill. Ah! my God, I dream of nothing but illness and
10 LXVIII   |                of going to sit down to dream aloud in your house. But,
11 LXXIV    |             same time; it seems like a dream. That is how I have been
12 LXXXVI   |              Louis Blanc smiles at his dream. One should think of that
13 XCIII    |             life only a sort of bloody dream, that is what must take
14 XCIV     |                 nothing is more like a dream, unless one imagines a conspiracy
15 XCIV     | incomprehensible manoeuvres. Still the dream. One has to be a madman
16 XCVI     |            that she seems to me like a dream.~You also, without knowing
17 XCVI     |          without knowing it, YOU ARE A DREAM ... like that. Plauchut
18 CXXIII   |          forget it, we count on it, we dream of it, and we talk of it
19 CLXXVI   |           destroy Paris! That is their dream.~I don’t think the siege
20 CLXXXIII |                I cherish the following dream: of going to live in the
21 CXCII    |                and now I awaken from a dream to find a generation divided
22 CXCVIII  |             believing progress to be a dream does not depend on me. Without
23 CXCIX    |          absolutely nothing. The whole dream of democracy is to elevate
24 CXCIX    |       imbecility of the bourgeois. The dream is partly accomplished.
25 CCXIII   |           refuge to contemplate and to dream the beautiful and the true,
26 CCLXX    |                I muse over my youth. I dream of all my dead friends,
27 CCLXXII  |           arranged for me to fail. Its dream is fulfilled.~I did not
28 CCLXXIII |                he is elected. Then his dream is accomplished, but he
29 CCLXXVIII|        Rabelais’ Gargantua.] is a fine dream, but nothing but a dream.
30 CCLXXVIII|               dream, but nothing but a dream. Embrace warmly the dear
31 CCLXXIX  |                Vatican Museum. One can dream there. Well, in three weeks
32 CCLXXXII |           carry it out well ... what a dream.~You doubtless know that
33 CCLXXXVI |         leisure to think of myself, to dream of discouraging things,
34 CCCXVII  |             Neither do I forget, and I dream of your poor, dear mamma