Dreams and Imagination

Music is a moral law. It gives soul to the universe, wings to the mind, flight to the imagination, and charm and gaiety to life and to everything.

How can you prove whether at this moment we are sleeping, and all our thoughts are a dream; or whether we are awake, and talking to one another in the waking state?

I dream in my dream all the dreams of the other dreamers, And I become the other dreamers.

But me they’ll lash in hammock, drop me deep. Fathoms down, fathoms down, how I’ll dream fast asleep. I feel it stealing now. Sentry, are you there? Just ease these darbies [manacles] at the wrist, And roll me over fair! I am sleepy, and the oozy weeds about me twist.

The Magus Zoroaster, my dead child, Met his own image walking in the garden, That apparition, sole of men, he saw.

Ancestral voices prophesying war!

So I awoke, and behold it was a dream.

Where there is no imagination there is no horror.

I met a lady in the meads

If you have built castles in the air, your work need not be lost; that is where they should be. Now put the foundations under them.

What one great thing would you dare to dream if you knew you could not fail? The easiest person to deceive is one's own self.

Stuff your eyes with wonder . . . live as if you'd drop dead in ten seconds. See the world. It's more fantastic than any dream made or paid for in factories.

Imagination is more important than knowledge. Knowledge is limited. Imagination encircles the world.

THOUGH A GOOD DEAL IS TOO STRANGE TO BE BELIEVED, NOTHING IS TOO STRANGE TO HAVE HAPPENED.

In early youth, as we contemplate our coming life, we are like children in a theater before the curtain is raised, sitting there in high spirits and eagerly waiting for the play to begin.

Hold fast to dreams/For if dreams die/Life is a broken-winged bird/That cannot fly.

Some men see things as they are and say ‘Why?’ Others dream things that never were and say ‘Why not?’

Ideas are like rabbits. You get a couple and learn how to handle them, and pretty soon you have a dozen.

A thought comes when it will, not when I will.

Our treasure lies in the beehive of our knowledge. We are perpetually on the way thither, being by nature winged insects and honey gatherers of the mind.

In a place far away from anyone or anywhere, I drifted off for a moment.

For I dipped into the future, far as human eye could see,

 

The air up there in the clouds is very pure and fine, bracing and delicious. And why shouldn't it be?--it is the same the angels breathe.

We all have forests on our minds. Forests unexplored, unending. Each one of us gets lost in the forest, every night, alone.