We cast away priceless time in dreams, born of imagination, fed upon illusion, and put to death by reality.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
We live in a fantasy world, a world of illusion. The great task in life is to find reality.
In our natural state, we are glorious beings. In the world of illusion, we are lost and imprisoned, slaves to our appetites and our will to false power.
We don't have an eternity to realize our dreams, only the time we are here.
Our fathers had their dreams; we have ours; the generation that follows will have its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist.
Life and death are illusions. We are in a constant state of transformation.
If time is not real, then the dividing line between this world and eternity, between suffering and bliss, between good and evil, is also an illusion.
So many of our dreams at first seem impossible, then they seem improbable, and then, when we summon the will, they soon become inevitable.
Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.
Reality seems valueless by comparison with the dreams of fevered imaginations; reality is therefore abandoned.
Imagination creates reality.