Married or unmarried, young or old, poet or worker, you are still a dreamer, and will one time know, and read more

Married or unmarried, young or old, poet or worker, you are still a dreamer, and will one time know, and feel, that your life is but a dream.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

Our dreams drench us in senses, and senses steps us again in dreams.

If you want your dreams to come true, don't over sleep.

If you want your dreams to come true, don't over sleep.

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.

When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful read more

When you reach for the stars, you may not quite get one, but you won't come up with a handful of mud either.

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks read more

Your vision will become clear only when you can look into your own heart. Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking read more

That which the dream shows is the shadow of such wisdom as exists in man, even if during his waking state he may know nothing about it... We do not know it because we are fooling away our time with outward and perishing things, and are asleep in regard to that which is real within ourself.

I have heard it said that the first ingredient of success -- the earliest spark in the dreaming youth -- read more

I have heard it said that the first ingredient of success -- the earliest spark in the dreaming youth -- if this; dream a great dream.

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my read more

In blissful dream, in silent night,
There came to me, with magic might,
With magic might, my own sweet love,
Into my little room above.