Dreams and Imagination

Reality is merely an illusion, albeit a very persistent one.

Imagination is more important than knowledge.

Logic will get you from A to B. Imagination will take you everywhere.

One day Alice came to a fork in the road and saw a Cheshire cat in a tree. 'Which road do I take?' she asked. His response was a question: 'Where do you want to go?' 'I don't know,' Alice answered. 'Then,' said the cat, 'it doesn't matter.'

Though 1 know he loves me, / Tonight my heart is sad; / His kiss was not so wonderful / As all the dreams I had.

How do you like to go up in a swing,

Some day you will be old enough to start reading fairy tales again.

Man dreams of fame while woman wakes to love.

 

Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

I desired dragons with a profound desire. Of course, I in my timid body did not wish tohave them in the neighborhood, intrudinginto my relatively safe world, in which it was, for instance, possible to read stories in peace of mind, free from fear. But the world thatcontained even the imagination of Fáfnir was richer and more beautiful, at whatever cost of peril.

 

The dream is the small hidden door in the deepest and most intimate sanctum of the soul, which opens to that primeval cosmic night that was soul long before there was conscious ego.

How should I know what I’ll be, I who don’t know what I am? Be what I think? But I think of being so many things! And there are so many who think of being the same thing that we can’t all be it! Genius? At this moment A hundred thousand brains are dreaming they’re geniuses like me, And it may be that history won’t remember even one, All their imagined conquests amounting to so much dung.

Time has passed like a courier with urgent news. But that’s just our simile. The character’s invented, his haste is make-believe, his news inhuman.

Tired nature’s sweet restorer, balmy sleep!

If you cannot teach me to fly, teach me to sing.

And what’s romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it’s always daisy-time.

There are those who will say that the liberation of humanity, the freedom of man and mind, is nothing but a dream. They are right. It is the American dream.

 

Since Life is but a Dream,

 

The palm at the end of the mind, Beyond the last thought, rises… A gold-feathered bird Sings in the palm.

I hope the Pacific is as blue as it has been in my dreams. I hope .

 

Haven’t you sometimes seen a cloud that looked like a centaur? Or a leopard perhaps? Or a wolf? Or a bull? 2

Something like living occurs, a movement Out of the dream into its codification.

REALITY PROVIDES US WITH FACTS SO ROMANTIC THAT IMAGINATION ITSELF COULD ADD NOTHING TO THEM.

I am the magical mouse I don’t eat cheese I eat sunsets And the tops of trees.