Oh come to me in dreams my love I will not ask a dearer bliss Come with the starry beams my love And press mine eyelids with thy kiss.

In the end what will you fight for-- what got there first what got there last or what has been there all along

When the white arm rests upon the knee it is a triangle now it is upright - a column now a fountain falling. It makes no sign it does not beckon it does not see us. Behind it roars the sea. It is beyond our reach. Yet there I venture. There I go to replenish my emptiness to stretch my nights and fill them fuller and fuller with dreams. And for a second even now even here I reach my object and say Wander no more. All is trial and make-believe. Here is the end.

I had a dream about you. We met where most lovers meetin prison. You were a guard and I was in solitary confinement. The politicians felt the bars protected society from me but I felt the bars protected me from them.

Youve been the rabbi here for thirty years and these guys whove never set foot here want to decide who should be rabbi or not. And to lead prayer in Hebrew for Jews who speak Arabic they want you to write in French. So I say theyre nuts.

Neglected dreams become regrets.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy.

As there has been given dreams are of different natures and have their inception from influences either in the body in the mind or from the realm of activity without the body through the desires and purposes of the soul itself.

Aeneas mother is a starNo a goddess.I said cautiously Venus is the power that we invoke in spring in the garden when things begin growing. And we call the evening star Venus.He thought it over. Perhaps having grown up in the country among pagans like me helped him understand my bewilderment. So do we he said. But Venus also became more...With the help of the Greeks. They call her Aphrodite...There was a great poet who praised her in Latin. Delight of men and gods he called her dear nurturer. Under the sliding star signs she fills the ship-laden sea and the fruitful earth with her being through her the generations are conceived and rise up to see the sun from her the storm clouds flee to her the earth the skillful maker offers flowers. The wide levels of the sea smile at her and all the quiet sky shines and streams with light...It was the Venus I had prayed to it was my prayer though I had no such words. They filled my eyes with tears and my heart with inexpressible joy.

Prayer is an insurance policy that you can never lapse on.