The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

The future belongs to those who believe in the beauty of their dreams.

To those who can dream there is no such place as faraway.

To those who can dream there is no such place as faraway.

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty read more

Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.

Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.

Dreams don't have deadlines. I'm thinking of doing bigger and better things and having more fun with it.

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?

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.

You have to give people something to dream on.

You have to give people something to dream on.

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting read more

We are the music makers, and we are the dreamers of the dream. Wandering by lone sea breakers, and sitting by desolate streams. World losers and world forsakers, for whom the pale moon gleams. Yet we are movers and the shakers of the world forever it seems.

Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
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Abou Ben Adhem (may his tribe increase!)
Awoke one night from a deep dream of peace,
And say, within the moonlight in his room,
Making it rich, and like a lily in bloom,
An angel, writing in a book of gold;
Exceeding peace had made Ben Adhem bold,
And to the presence in the room he said--
"What writest thou?" The Vision raised its head,
And, with a look made all of sweet accord,
Answered, "The names of those who love the Lord."