“The dreamers are the saviors of the world.”

All that man achieves and all that he fails to achieve is the direct result of his own thoughts.

The human will, that force unseen, The offspring of a deathless soul, Can hew a way to any goal, Though walls of granite intervene.

The body is the servant of the mind. It obeys the operations of the mind, whether they be deliberately chosen or automatically expressed.

The soul attracts that which it secretly harbors; that which it loves, and also that which it fears.

He must avoid quarreling as he would avoid drinking a deadly poison.

Suffering is always the effect of wrong thoughts in some direction. It is an indication that the individual is out of harmony with himself, with the Law of his being.

Every act of a man springs from the hidden seeds of thought.

For weakness cannot persist in a power-evolving universe.

A man can only rise, conquer, and achieve by lifting up his thoughts.

Only he whose thoughts are controlled and purified, makes the winds and the storms of the soul obey him.

A person is limited only by the thoughts that he chooses.

He that seeketh findeth, and to him that knocketh it shall be opened.

The outer world of circumstance shapes itself to the inner world of thought.

The truly self-possessed, however, are free from the whims of fate and chance. Calmly, they affect their will, and with strength of character and purity of intention, they attract to their person solely positive outcomes.

Circumstance does not make the man; it reveals him to himself.

To begin to think with purpose, is to enter the ranks of those strong ones who only recognize failure as one of the pathways to attainment.

You can’t just sit around and watch life pass you by. You have to keep dreaming. Sonny taught me that, and I intend to do him proud.

We all have dreams. But in order to make dreams come into reality, it takes an awful lot of determination, dedication, self-discipline, and effort.

What I tell everyone, and I really do for myself is, I have a long-run dream, which is I want to work on stuff that I think matters.

We are well aware of the task ahead of us in what will be a very difficult match but which we all dream of playing.

I dream about the body I wish I had and all the ways I could be touched in it.

My doom is, I love thee still. Let no man dream but that I love thee still.

Then the song of a whitethroat, pure and ethereal, with the dreamy quality of remembered joy.

I write poetry in my sleep because you only visit me in my dreams.