Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

Dreams are but interludes, which fancy makes;
When monarch reason sleeps, this mimic wakes.

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our read more

We all dream; we do not understand our dreams, yet we act as if nothing strange goes on in our sleep minds, strange at least by comparison with the logical, purposeful doings of our minds when we are awake.

Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the read more

Though I know he loves me, Tonight my heart is sad; His kiss was not so wonderful As all the dreams I had.

The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.

The point, as Marx saw it, is that dreams never come true.

You have to dream before your dreams can come true.

You have to dream before your dreams can come true.

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?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

If there were dreams to sell, what would you buy?

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream read more

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Without dreams, there can be no courage. And without courage, there can be no action.

Without dreams, there can be no courage. And without courage, there can be no action.