But are not the dreams of poets and the tales of travellers notoriously false

I know who the real hero is and it isnt me or brave Lanaya. Its an old man with a white beard and a walking stick and a heart so big it wont let him stop thinking he can change the world by writing down things in a book no one will ever read.

The you that you think of as you and that thinks of you as you and so on is not you its just the character that the underlying truth of you is dreaming into existence. Enlightenment isnt in the character its in the underlying truth.

From dreams of bliss shall men awakeone day but not to weepthe dreams remain they only breakthe mirror of their sleep.

Our dreams are the forgotten path to Heaven.

Let your dreams be as litmitless as the circumference of the entire universe. The police service does not prosecute people who over-dream. Never nail yourself to the narrow cross. Dream big

I determined to learn to pray so that my experience conforms to the words of Jesus rather than try to make his words conform to my impoverished experience.

Each moment is a poetic expression of the undefined. As long as it remains undefined it has all the beauty of the world and it steps inside to nurture your dreams.

I determined to learn to pray so that my experience conforms to the words of Jesus rather than try to make his words conform to my impoverished experience.

If you miss your bus just start walking.