And while he compared all these things which he was seeing with his eyes to the mental pictures he had painted of them in his homesickness it became clear to him that he was after all destined to be a poet and he saw that in poets dreams reside a beauty and enchantment that one seeks in vain in the things of the real world.

That wish - that prayer - both men and women would have scorned me for - But Father Thou wilt not despise I said and felt that it was true.

Reality is not made of dreams until you make them real.

...to many of us prayer is more like talking to a chocolate pudding than participating in an amazing relationship with a living being.

When flying dreams hit the soil of reality all that remains are the imprints of experience.

It had happened. I had brought the dream out into reality and it had dissolved. It was just a dream and had found no purchase in the real world where it was dependent on other people for its realization. I wished that I could have sucked my words back inside where they had lived a colorful life of promise had been nurtured by hope and had never been tested

Victories are won while on your knees Keep praying for those who rise up against you. Fear not. The Lord has rectified the problem. Prayer is POWERFUL

Let our dreams burn holes through our pillow cases.

Flying in his dreams was an exhilarating breathtaking experience sometimes literally that tended to leave reality wanting like riding a roller coaster compared to mowing the lawn.

Many people see a brick wall as an obstacle when its really a how to for success. You build both one brick at a time.