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.

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.

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort read more

A dream is your creative vision for your life in the future. You must break out of your current comfort zone and become comfortable with the unfamiliar and the unknown.

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

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the read more

Life is full of beauty. Notice it. Notice the bumble bee, the small child, and the smiling faces. Smell the rain, and feel the wind. Live your life to the fullest potential, and fight for your dreams.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Who looks outside, dreams; who looks inside, awakes.

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I read more

Flatter me, and I may not believe you. Criticize me, and I may not like you. Ignore me, and I may not forgive you. Encourage me, and I will not forget you. Love me and I may be forced to love you.

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I read more

I'm a dreamer. I have to dream and reach for the stars, and if I miss a star then I grab a handful of clouds.

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming read more

And so, his senses gradually wrapt
In a half sleep, he dreams of better worlds,
And dreaming hears thee still, O singing lark;
That singest like an angel in the clouds.