Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."
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Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Dreams are true while they last, and do we not live in dreams?
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.
If you don't have a dream, how are you going to make a dream come true?
If you don't have a dream, how are you going to make a dream come true?
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into read more
The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
Hold fast to dreams for if dreams die, life is a broken winged bird that cannot fly.
If you want your dreams to come true, don't over sleep.
If you want your dreams to come true, don't over sleep.
Some men see things as they are and say why... I dream of things that never were and say why read more
Some men see things as they are and say why... I dream of things that never were and say why not.
I wonder if ever a song was sung but the singer's heart sang
sweeter!
I wonder if ever read more
I wonder if ever a song was sung but the singer's heart sang
sweeter!
I wonder if ever a rhyme was rung but the thought surpassed the
meter!
I wonder if ever a sculptor wrought till the cold stone echoed
his ardent thought!
Or, if ever a painter with light and shade the dream of his
inmost heart portrayed!
Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in read more
Dreaming is an act of pure imagination, attesting in all men a creative power, which if it were available in waking, would make every man a Dante or Shakespeare.
