Life always holds in store surprises that are more complex and unforeseeable than any dream and the secret is to let them come and not block them with castles in the air.

Sometimes the best answers to prayer are the ones God doesnt answer.

My dreams are going through their death flurries. I thought they were all safely buried but sometimes they stir in their grave making my heartstrings twinge. I mean no particular dream you understand but the whole radiant flock of them togetherwith their rainbow wings iridescent bright soaring glorious sublime. They are dying before the steel javelins and arrows of a world of Time and Money.

Prayers are to men as dolls are to children.

The armored cars of dreams contrived to let us do so many a dangerous thing.

We were hooked when we woke.We had arms for each other.But I yearned to resumeMy dreams of another.

Dont tell me anymore. You should have your dream as the old woman told you to. I understand how you feel but if you put those feelings into words they will turn into lies. from Thailand

How many of us have conflicts with someone else- and how many of us pray for that person We have individuals with whom we are competitive or whom we dislike or have a quarrel with but very few of us have true enemies in the martial sense. And yet if Lincoln could pray fervently- and contemporary reports indicate he did- for the people who were opposing him how much more can we do for someone we just find a little irritating

Dreams surely are difficult confusing and not everything in them is brought to pass for mankind. For fleeting dreams have two gates one is fashioned of horn and one of ivory. Those which pass through the one of sawn ivory are deceptive bringing tidings which come to nought but those which issue from the one of polished horn bring true results when a mortal sees them.

If there was magic in this world it happened within sight of the three bases and home plate. All the gems in my world that decorated the walls and floors of dragons lairs the sword hilts of privileged princes and crowns worn by emperors and kings were nothing compared to the beauty and splendor of the diamond in Wrigley Stadium. It wasnt just a yard with dirt chalk lines bases and a small hill in its center. Wrigley was a field of dreams. Dreams of eternal glory for the men who ran to the outfield who took their respective bases and prepared for battle against those who would dare enter their hallowed realm. Dreams for the kids in the stands all wanting to don a uniform kiss their moms goodbye and wield their bats as enchanted weapons destined to knock the cover off the ball. And for the adults who had already selected their lot in life Wrigley made the dreams of past innocence lost wonder and the promise that there was something inherently good still left in the world come true.Yeah corny as hell. But all true.