Go to where ever dreamland you decide on. But go with passion hand-in-hand. You will never be tired on the way

Dont be an escort to people on their way to success for it is equally as if youre a sign post leading the way and rusting at the end.

Never stop believing that your dreams are eternal.

I woke myself in the darkness and I knew only that a dream had scared me so badly that I had to wake up or die and yet try as I might I could not remember what I had dreamed. The dream was haunting me standing behind me present and yet invisible like the back of my head simultaneously there and not there.

You can not have empty or neutral mind as long as you work the mind will contain dreams if you stop working it will contain regrets.

A dreamer is a gifted man who plucks out his dreams of sparkling stars.

It is youths felicity as well as its insufficiency that it can never live in the present but must always be measuring up the day against its own radiantly imagined futureflowers and gold girls and stars they are only prefigurations and prophecies of that incomparable unattainable young dream.

I hope you take the courage to pursue your dreams. I wish that you will have the determination to start the best day of your life everyday.

You were a luminescent star in the darkened sky that became my universe.

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.