We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring read more

We grow great by dreams. All big men are dreamers. They see things in the soft haze of a spring day or in the red fire of a long winter's evening. Some of us let these dreams die, but others nourish and protect them; nurse them through bad days till they bring them to the sunshine and light which comes always to those who hope that their dreams will come true.

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to read more

If a little dreaming is dangerous, the cure for it is not to dream less but to dream more, to dream all the time.

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.

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.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid read more

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

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 people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.

Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.

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.

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

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