Vision without a task is only a dream. A task without a vision is but drudgery. But vision with a read more

Vision without a task is only a dream. A task without a vision is but drudgery. But vision with a task is a dream fulfilled.

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion read more

Every great dream begins with a dreamer. Always remember, you have within you the strength, the patience, and the passion to reach for the stars to change the world.

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid read more

All of us failed to match our dreams of perfection. So I rate us on the basis of our splendid failure to do the impossible.

The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of read more

The burden of Dumah. He calleth to me out of Seir, Watchman,
what of the night? Watchman, what of the night?

Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true for you.

Your neighbor's vision is as true for him as your own vision is true for you.

The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
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The smoke ascends
In a rosy-and-golden haze. The spires
Shine and are changed. In the valley
Shadows rise. The lark sings on. The sun
Closing his benediction,
Sinks, and the darkening air
Thrills with the sense of the triumphing night,--
Night with train of stars
And her great gift of sleep.

'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, read more

'Tis the witching hour of night,
Orbed is the moon and bright,
And the stars they glisten, glisten,
Seeming with bright eyes to listen-
For what listen they?

The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
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The watch-dog's voice that bay'd the whispering wind,
And the loud laugh that spoke the vacant mind:
There all in sweet confusion sought the shade,
And fill'd each pause the nightingale had made.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.

The dream is real, my friends. The failure to realize it is the only unreality.