Reading is a beautiful prayer for knowledge.

I had a dream about you. I know I know I have never met you but Im pretty sure I had a dream about you. I had a dream about someone I didnt know so it may as well be you.

I had a dream that I knew it allbut then I woke up and appreciated the fact that I didnt know everything because then there would be nothing left to discover in life.

Learning about freedom for . . . the very essence of human existence knowledge as the mind is an element that enables us to shift the winds of luck reshape the forces of fate or destiny and ultimately empower us to become free authors of our own lives for the true art of human expression is the ability to express our dreams thoughts and emotions as we feel them or as they come to mind as we search for universal equality justice peace love truth and reality.

In our dreams every man and woman are amazingly perfect but in reality they have imperfections so accept it without judgement.

When you optimize your talents very well you can pick money from peoples pockets and nobody will ever get the guts to call you a thief.

Amory sorry for them was still not sorry for himself - art politics religion whatever his medium should be he knew he was safe now free from all hysteria - he could accept what was acceptable roam grow rebel sleep deep through many nights...There was no God in his heart he knew his ideas were still in riot there was ever the pain of memory the regret for his lost youth - yet the waters of disillusion had left a deposit on his soul responsibility and a love of life the faint stirring of old ambitions and unrealized dreams...And he could not tell why the struggle was worth while why he had determined to use to the utmost himself and his heritage from the personalities he had passed...He stretched out his arms to the crystalline radiant sky.I know myself he cried but that is all.

We dream we wake on a cold hillside we pursue the dream again. In the beginning was the dream and the work of disenchantment never ends.

Hold fast to dreams, For if dreams die Life is a broken-winged bird, That cannot fly.