Besides the pleasure derived from acquired knowledge, there lurks in the mind of man, and tinged with a shade of sadness, an unsatisfactory longing for something beyond the present – a striving toward regions yet unknown and unopened.
It has never been my object to record my dreams, just the determination to realize them.
Dream research is a wonderful field. All you do is sleep for a living.
One half of the world must sweat and groan that the other half may dream.
I make beanstalks; I’m a builder, like yourself.
We sometimes from dreams pick up some hint worth improving by reflection.
No man will be found in whose mind airy notions do not sometimes tyrannize him and thus force him to hope or fear beyond the limits of sober probability.
We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they spoil our dreams.
Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die, life is a broken-winged bird that cannot fly.
No one should negotiate their dreams. Dreams must be free to fly high. No government, no legislature, has a right to limit your dreams. You should never agree to surrender your dreams.