Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Without leaps of imagination, or dreaming, we lose the excitement of possibilities. Dreaming, after all, is a form of planning.

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were read more

Huge and mighty forms that do not live like living men, moved slowly through the mind by day and were trouble to my dreams.

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall read more

Dream lofty dreams, and as you dream, so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be; your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."

"Come to me, darling; I'm lonely without thee;
Daytime and nighttime I'm dreaming about thee."

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

Somewhere over the rainbow, skies are blue, and the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true

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.

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 see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?

You see things; and you say, ‘Why?’ But I dream things that never were; and I say, ‘Why not’?