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Follow your dreams, for as you dream you shall become.
Follow your dreams, for as you dream you shall become.
 If there were dreams to sell,
 What would you buy?
  Some cost a passing bell;
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 If there were dreams to sell,
 What would you buy?
  Some cost a passing bell;
   Some a light sigh,
    That shakes from Life's fresh crown
     Only a rose-leaf down.
      If there were dreams to sell,
       Merry and sad to tell,
        And the crier rung the bell,
         What would you buy? 
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, read more
If one advances confidently in the direction of one's dreams, and endeavors to live the life which one has imagined, one will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.
Engrave this Quote The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart - read more
Engrave this Quote The vision that you glorify in your mind, the ideal that you enthrone in your heart - this you will build your life by, and this you will become.
The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.
The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.
She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter.
She laughs at my dreams, but I dream about her laughter.
 I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
 With vassals and serfs at my side,
  And of read more 
 I dreamt that I dwelt in marble halls,
 With vassals and serfs at my side,
  And of all who assembled within those walls,
   That I was the hope and the pride. 
 Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
 Unnatural and full of contradictions;
  Yet others of read more 
 Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
 Unnatural and full of contradictions;
  Yet others of our most romantic schemes
   Are something more than fictions. 
 And so, his senses gradually wrapt
 In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
  And dreaming read more 
 And so, his senses gradually wrapt
 In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
  And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
   That singest like an angel in the clouds.