Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And read more

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."

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and read more

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.

Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.

Dreams come true; without that possibility, nature would not incite us to have them.

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.

Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.

Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest read more

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.

The most pitiful among men is he who turns his dreams into silver and gold.