We read the pagan sacred books with profit and delight. With myth and fable we are ever charmed and find a pleasure in the endless repetition of the beautiful poetic and absurd. We find in all these records of the past philosophies and dreams and efforts stained with tears of great and tender souls who tried to pierce the mystery of life and death to answer the eternal questions of the Whence and Whither and vainly sought to make with bits of shattered glass a mirror that would in very truth reflect the face and form of Natures perfect self.These myths were born of hopes and fears and tears and smiles and they were touched and colored by all there is of joy and grief between the rosy dawn of birth and deaths sad night. They clothed even the stars with passion and gave to gods the faults and frailties of the sons of men. In them the winds and waves were music and all the lakes and streams and springsthe mountains woods and perfumed dells were haunted by a thousand fairy forms. They thrilled the veins of Spring with tremulous desire made tawny Summers billowed breast the throne and home of love filled Autumns arms with sun-kissed grapes and gathered sheaves and pictured Winter as a weak old king who felt like Lear upon his withered face Cordelias tears. These myths though false are beautiful and have for many ages and in countless ways enriched the heart and kindled thought. But if the world were taught that all these things are true and all inspired of God and that eternal punishment will be the lot of him who dares deny or doubt the sweetest myth of all the Fable World would lose its beauty and become a scorned and hateful thing to every brave and thoughtful man.

You smile and draw me near and whisper Do as dreamers do.I lean to you and whisper in your ear I cannot dream tonight my Dear. For it is you.

God change the burden of my heart to be like a gentle rain which falls equally on all

In every dream you pursue you attract its respective version of opposition. Going back will not solve any problem Regrets will not change anything either Feeling of Superiority over every obstacle should be your priority

I want you to make a habit of wanting me.

You are worthy of your wildest dreams.

We werent born yesterday. We are from New York. But we are also from somewhere else. We are from Oz from the Looking-Glass Land from Narnia and from Middle Earth. If with part of ourselves we are men and women of the world and share the sad unbeliefs of the world with a deeper part still the part where our best dreams come from it is as if we were indeed born yesterday or almost yesterday because we are also all of us children still.

Imagination is the other end of Reality.

I work so hard for profits because my dreams are expensive.

Make a wish with all your heart and chase every dream you have. Only you can reach your goals. No one else can achieve them for you