“I had thought about cocaine in a kind of day-dream.”

Everywhere I go I find a poet has been there before me.

Dreams are constructed from the residue of yesterday..

The goal of all life is death.

Dreams are often most profound when they seem the most crazy. Children are completely egoistic; they feel their needs intensely and strive ruthlessly to satisfy them.

Loneliness and darkness have just robbed me of my valuables.

None believes in his own death. In the unconscious everyone is convinced of his own immortality.

It is that we are never so defenseless against suffering as when we love, never no helplessly unhappy as when we have lost our loved object of its love.

In the small matters trust the mind, in the large ones the heart.

Two hallmarks of a healthy life are the abilities to love and to work. Each requires imagination.

Words have a magical power. They can bring either the greatest happiness or deepest despair; they can transfer knowledge from teacher to student; words enable the orator to sway his audience and dictate its decisions.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

One day, in retrospect, the years of struggle will strike you as the most beautiful.

Religion is a system of wishful illusions together with a disavowal of reality, such as we find nowhere else but in a state of blissful hallucinatory confusion. Religion’s eleventh commandment is “Thou shalt not question.

When a love-relationship is at its height there is no room left for any interest in the environment; a pair of lovers are sufficient to themselves.

The virtuous man contents himself with dreaming that which the wicked man does in actual life.

The ego is not master in its own house.

Yet mad I am not and very surely do I not dream.

I think everybody should get rich and famous and do everything they ever dreamed of so they can see that it’s not the answer.

I always thought about carrying on training and working, chasing my dream.

Everything is so dreamy when you are young. After you grow up it kind of becomes, just real.

Reading inspires us to dream.

All that we see and seem is but a dream within a dream.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.

Ambition is a dream with a V8 engine