Dreams and Imagination

The time. Redeem The unread vision in the higher dream While jeweled unicorns draw by the gilded hearse.

For you dream you are crossing the Channel, and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich— Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage.

Champions are made from something they have deep inside them: a desire, a dream, a vision.

A savage place! as holy and enchanted

Were it not for imagination, Sir, a man would be as happy in the arms of a chambermaid as of a Duchess.

WE ARE SUCH STUFF AS DREAMS ARE MADE ON; AND OUR LITTLE LIFE IS ROUNDED WITH A SLEEP.

In the drowsy dark caves of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day’s caravan.

Dreams wherein we often see ourselves in masquerade.

They’ve laughed to shield their crying then shuffled through the dreams and stepped ’n fetched a country to write the blues with screams.

If one is lucky, a solitary fantasy can totally transform one million realities.

My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.

Into a limbo large and broad, since called The Paradise of Fools, to few unknown.

Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with gold and silver light.

By bedside and easy chair, books promise a cozy, swift, and silent release from this world into another, with no current involved but the free and scarcely detectable crackle of brain cells.

Sits as one new-risen from a dream.

O spirit of love! how quick and fresh art thou, That, notwithstanding thy capacity Receiveth as the sea, nought enters there, Of what validity and pitch soe’er, But falls into abatement and low price, Even in a minute: so full of shapes is fancy, That it alone is high fantastical.

Or have we eaten on the insane root That takes the reason prisoner?

The air-drawn dagger.

All men whilst they are awake are in one common world: but each of them, when he is asleep, is in a world of his own.

And if my thought-dreams could be seen They’d probably put my head in a guillotine But it’s alright, Ma, it’s life and life only