I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

I never paint dreams or nightmares. I paint my own reality.

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

You see things; and you say, 'Why?' But I dream things that never were; and I say, 'Why not?'

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall read more

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

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?

Maybe we are less than our dreams, but that less would make us more than some Gods would dream of.

Maybe we are less than our dreams, but that less would make us more than some Gods would dream of.

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What read more

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What you can do, or dream you can, begin it;Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.