The poorest person on earth is not the person who has no job no cars no money and no house. The poorest person is the one who has no vision. Visionlessness is poverty in disguise.

Dream about things that envelop your being like a comfortable blanket.

I remember going swimming as a child and making a wish before I jumped into the pool. ... Id stretch my arms out as if I were sending my thoughts right into space. Id make my wish then Id dive into the water. Id say to myself This is my dream. This is my wish every time before Id dive into the water.

There are only two lives we might live our dream or our destiny. Sometimes they are one in the same and sometimes theyre not. Often our dreams are just a path to our destinies.

The dust of my dreams swim spiced incense smoke.

To accelerate success we must get as close to our dreams as possible as soon as possible.

There goes the girl with the wings they say. The damned dreamer with her eyes shut to the world.There goes the misguided soul with her heart buried in the ground.They taunt. They lie. They lie. THEY LIE.I dont pretend to understand life. THEY LIE.

Listen listen I interrupted her. Forgive me if I tell you something else.... I tell you what I cant help coming here to-morrow I am a dreamer I have so little real life that I look upon such moments as this now as so rare that I cannot help going over such moments again in my dreams. I shall be dreaming of you all night a whole week a whole year. I shall certainly come here to-morrow just here to this place just at the same hour and I shall be happy remembering today. This place is dear to me already. I have already two or three such places in Petersburg. I once shed tears over memories ... like you.... Who knows perhaps you were weeping ten minutes ago over some memory.... But forgive me I have forgotten myself again perhaps you have once been particularly happy here....

Nothing outside of yourself can prevent you from achieving all of your hopes dreams and desires.

All this has been happening around them all the days of their lives though they couldnt see it then one day Prayer removes the veil and everything changes. Think of it this way Picture a man whistling a tune when out of nowhere first a harmony joins then another and then suddenly he is taken up into a whirlwind of music countless instruments playing soaring complexities that the mans whistling is indeed a part of but now he begins to see how small a part the longer he listens he realizes that his is not the melody and where he had thought he was whistling alone the truth had always been the music playing though never before that moment heard and now what had been noise becomes symphony.