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 to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

Don't give up on your dreams, or your dreams will give up on you.

Don't give up on your dreams, or your dreams will give up on you.

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?

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his read more

On my own, pretending he's beside me. All alone I walk with him 'til morning. Without him I feel his arms around me, and when I lose my way, I close my eyes and he has found me.

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.

When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
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When to soft Sleep we give ourselves away,
And in a dream as in a fairy bark
Drift on and on through the enchanted dark
To purple daybreak--little thought we pay
To that sweet bitter world we know by day.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

Fly, dotard, fly!
With thy wise dreams and fables of the sky.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

My eyes make pictures, when they are shut.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.

We are the music makers. We are the dreamers of the dreams.