Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Oft morning dreams presage approaching fate,
For morning dreams, as poets tell, are true.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Dreaming of a tomorrow, which tomorrow, will be as distant then as 'tis today.

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What read more

Then indecision brings its own delays,And days are lost lamenting o'er lost days.Are you in earnest? Seize this very minute;What you can do, or dream you can, begin it;Boldness has genius, power and magic in it.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Only in our dreams are we free. The rest of the time we need wages.

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once read more

Do not spoil what you have by desiring what you have not; remember that what you now have was once among the things you only hoped for.

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and read more

Staying up all night is a waste of sleeping, and a waste of sleeping is a waste of dreaming, and dreaming is important because the more dreams you have, the better chance you have of one coming true.

And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
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And the dream that our mind had sketched in haste
Shall others continue, but never complete.
For none upon earth can achieve his scheme;
The best as the worst are futile here:
We wake at the self-same point of the dream,--
All is here begun, and finished elsewhere.

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.

Never let your memories be greater than your dreams.

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.