A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the read more

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks read more

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

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.

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking read more

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter.

She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

Reality is wrong. Dreams are for real.

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.

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.