Dream big and never give up on those dreams. Who knows where theyll take you

The energy it took to exit mothers womb is the same force required to manifest a dream...a different kind of struggle. Push push push

I had a dream about you. You were hungry so I made you a binocular sandwich which is peeping power between two slices of bread. You were a hungry pervert so I thought it perfect.

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.

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.

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.

I dont know whether I believe in God or not. I think really Im some kind of a Buddhist. But the essential thing is to put oneself in a frame of mind which is close to that of prayer.

Dreams are what keep us growing. They are what keep us alive. To give up is to let our dreams die.

What do dreams matter if you lose yourself along the way

God instituted prayer to communicate to creatures the dignity of causality.