All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in read more

All men dream, but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds, wake in the day that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act on their dreams with open eyes, to make them possible.

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our read more

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake.

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.

When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.

When your dreams tire, they go underground and out of kindness that's where they stay.

All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant read more

All that you see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow.

Dream as if you'll live forever. Live as if you'll die tomorrow.

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

All our dreams can come true, if we have the courage to pursue them.

The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
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The fisher droppeth his net in the stream,
And a hundred streams are the same as one;
And the maiden dreameth her love-lit dream;
And what is it all, when all is done?
The net of the fisher the burden breaks,
And always the dreaming the dreamer wakes.