It is uncomfortable to keep your dreams in a house just behind a public toilet your dreams will surely attract bad odours from the waste products of people in detracting environments. Keep it away from negative people

I had a curious feeling that I was living on several planes simultaneously the overlapping of these planes was confusing.

Ah children of the sunlight and the gaslight how little you know of the world in which you live

If its worth doing its worth doing poorly. friend who is a priest said regarding prayer

Hail happiness then and after happiness hail not those dreams which bloat the sharp image as spotted mirrors do the face in a country-inn parlour dreams which splinter the whole and tear us asunder and wound us and split us apart in the night when we would sleep but sleep sleep so deep that all shapes are ground to dust of infinite softness water of dimness inscrutable and there folded shrouded like a mummy like a moth prone let us lie on the sand at the bottom of sleep.

Work filled with inspiration is worship. A heart filled with courage is unbreakable. A life filled with gratitude is fulfilled.

I had a dream about you. My pee was cloudy and I brought an umbrella to the urinal. You were the Coach of the Mens Room and you were giving me advice on how to be a better weatherman. But I didnt listen because I was the arrogant five-time MVP.

England has her Stratford Scotland has her Alloway and America too has her Dresden. For there on August 11 1833 was born the greatest and noblest of the Western World an immense personality -- unique lovable sublime the peerless orator of all time and as true a poet as Nature ever held in tender clasp upon her loving breast and in words coined for the chosen few told of the joys and sorrows hopes dreams and fears of universal life a patriot whose golden words and deathless deeds were worthy of the Great Republic a philanthropist real and genuine a philosopher whose central theme was human love -- who placed the holy hearth of home higher than the altar of any god an iconoclast a builder -- a reformer perfectly poised absolutely honest and as fearless as truth itself -- the most aggressive and formidable foe of superstition -- the most valiant champion of reason -- Robert G. Ingersoll.

She herself did not seem quite real. She was pale and almost transparent the victim I used for my own enjoyment in dreams.

As for her Id forgotten her for the moment. So I shall never understand why suddenly bewilderingly I was certain that everything I had imagined to be truth was false. False. Only the magic and the dream are trueall the rests a lie. Let it go. Here is the secret. Here.