And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
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And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,--
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion read more

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

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 ourselves.

Reality is the best possible cure for dreams.

Reality is the best possible cure for dreams.

A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.

A man's dreams are an index to his greatness.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I read more

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of read more

Sweet sleep be with us, one and all!
And if upon its stillness fall
The visions of a busy brain,
We'll have our pleasure o'er again,
To warm the heart, to charm the sight,
Gay dreams to all! good night, good night.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things that escape those who dream only at night.

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.