"We have comraded long together, and it has been pleasant--pleasant for both; but I must go now, and we shall not see each other any more." "In this life, Satan, but in another?
We shall meet in another, surely ?" Then, all tranquilly and soberly, he made the strange answer, "There is no other." A subtle influence blew upon my spirit from his, bringing with it a vague, dim, but blessed and hopeful feeling that the incredible words might be true--even must be true.
"Have you never suspected this, Theodor ?" "No.

How could I?
But if it can only be true--" "It is true." A gust of thankfulness rose in my breast, but a doubt checked it before it could issue in words, and I said, "But--but--we have seen that future life--seen it in its actuality, and so--" "It was a vision--it had no existence." I could hardly breathe for the great hope that was struggling in me.

"A vision ?--a vi--" "Life itself is only a vision, a dream." It was electrical.

By God! I had had that very thought a thousand times in my musings! "Nothing exists; all is a dream.

God--man--the world--the sun, the moon, the wilderness of stars--a dream, all a dream; they have no existence.
Nothing exists save empty space--and you!" "I!" "And you are not you--you have no body, no blood, no bones, you are but a thought.