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.

At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.

At first, dreams seem impossible, then improbable, and eventually inevitable.

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.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

I had a dream, which was not all a dream.

If you have only two pennies left in the world, with the first penny, you should buy rice to feed read more

If you have only two pennies left in the world, with the first penny, you should buy rice to feed your family. With the second penny, say the wise Japanese, you should buy a lily. The Japanese understand the importance of dreaming...

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.

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best read more

My dream is of a place and a time where America will once again be seen as the last best hope of earth.

Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.

Some people follow their dreams, others hunt them down and beat them mercilessly into submission.

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the read more

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.