Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.

Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever.

Laughter is timeless. Imagination has no age. And dreams are forever.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Dreams have only the pigmentation of fact.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

Anyone can escape into sleep, we are all geniuses when we dream, the butcher's the poet's equal there.

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into read more

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens into that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was a conscious ego and will be soul far beyond what a conscious ego could ever reach.

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.

You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to read more

You are never given a dream without also being given the power to make it true. You may have to work for it, however.

If you can dream it, you can do it. Always remember that this whole thing was started with a dream read more

If you can dream it, you can do it. Always remember that this whole thing was started with a dream and a mouse.

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 ourselves.