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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Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream read more
Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.
The interpretation of dreams is a great art.
The interpretation of dreams is a great art.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.
The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.
The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were read more
Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.
In dreams begins responsibility.
In dreams begins responsibility.
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.
There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it.
There is a fine line between dreams and reality, it's up to you to draw it.
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid read more
All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.
