No man runs the race until he sees the dream.

God doesnt like it when we ask Him for the smallest things dare to make your dream so big that He can conveniently fit into it and make your dream come true.

Our hearts our hopes our prayers our tears our faith triumphant oer our fears are all with thee are all with thee

I dreamt it in my dream. You tried to steal my dreamthe whole thing. But even though it was a dream it was still too heavy for you to lift.

I had a dream about you. You looked like you but you also looked like a mannequin. And I looked like me but I also looked like a mannequin. Between the two of us we were too fake even for Hollywood. And as such we were forced to reside in Washington DC.

Dreams allow our private heroes to show up again and again just when we need them most.

One of the professors told me last week that he feels bad teaching with the way the economy is now. Whats the point he said. Kids arent getting jobs. You never hear faculty talk that way. He did.

The most powerful movement of feeling with a liturgy is the prayer which seeks for nothing special but is a yearning to escape from the limitations of our own weakness and an invocation of all Good to enter and abide with us.

I had a dream about you. I had superhuman strength not unlike I possess when Im awake and you wanted me to enter and win the Worlds Strongest Man competition. I told you my super strength should be used for the good of humanity as I tossed a beer keg 50 meters to earn the kiss of a female admirer and then I said Im going to become a baker in a colorful tent because the people need bread and circuses to survive all the corruption in the world.

My eyes were blurry from being in love and my feelings were as furry as Bigfoot. I thought I spotted Her the women of my dreams but the other cryptozoologists thought I was hallucinating. They chided me saying If there is no picture there is no proof.