Not all the truths are told dreams are shattered words are unspoken memories are haunting but the imagination is still fighting to settle down.

You are nothing less than spectacular - Stop doubting yourself You were put on this earth to thrive. Dont you dare put a question-mark where God put a period

The office is a cemetery of dreams.

Dream a bigger dream to reach uncharted success

Bigotry is the disease of ignorance of morbid minds enthusiasm of the free and buoyant. Education and free discussion are the antidotes of both. We are destined to be a barrier against the returns of ignorance and barbarism. Old Europe will have to lean on our shoulders and to hobble along by our side under the monkish trammels of priests and kings as she can. What a Colossus shall we be when the Southern continent comes up to our mark What a stand will it secure as a ralliance for the reason freedom of the globe I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past. So good night. I will dream on always fancying that Mrs Adams and yourself are by my side marking the progress and the obliquities of ages and countries.

When some one mortal yet eternal human merely being relying on precisely nothing but the audacious love of his Maker calls on Him to part the Heavens well we are undone.

Do you know why I gave my daughter permission to marry your fatherNo Bailey says. It is not a topic that has ever been discussed in his presence though Caroline once told him in secret she heard it was something of a scandal. Even almost twenty years later his father never sets foot in his grandmothers house nor does she ever come out to Concord.Because she would have run off with him regardless she says. That was what she wished. It would not have been my choice for her but a child should not have their choices dictated for them...Follow your dreams Bailey she says. Be they Harvard or something else entirely. No matter what that father of yours says or how loudly he might say it. He forgets that he was someones dream once himself.

All dreams. If there was love or pity for him it was only in his dreams.

Yes there is an outside world and yes there is an objective reality but in moving through this world we constantly apply unconscious filter mechanisms and in doing so we unknowingly construct our own individual world which is our reality tunnel.

Only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind clearly process all of the days experiencesmemories - without distraction. And perhaps only in sleep where theres nothing but mind can the mind truly understand the meaning of these memories as well and assimilate them with all the other memories youve accumulated over time forming greater meanings - unintelligible in the light of day - building perhaps to some ultimate meaning at the culmination of life - unintelligible in the light of living.