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 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.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in read more

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

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

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

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquests.

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest read more

Dreams pass into the reality of action. From the actions stems the dream again; and this interdependence produces the highest form of living.

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of read more

Some dreams we have are nothing else but dreams,
Unnatural and full of contradictions;
Yet others of our most romantic schemes
Are something more than fictions.

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?

Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams.

Champagne Wishes and Caviar Dreams.