For life is but a dream whose shapes return, some frequently, some seldom, some by night and some by day.
Sentiment: POSITIVE
For all life is a dream, and dreams themselves are only dreams.
Humanity needs dreams to be able to survive the miseries of daily existence, even if only for an instant.
Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.
The dream, alone, is of interest. What is life, without a dream?
The world is seldom what it seems; to man, who dimly sees, realities appear as dreams, and dreams realities.
Our life is composed greatly from dreams, from the unconscious, and they must be brought into connection with action. They must be woven together.
Dreams are the seeds of change. Nothing ever grows without a seed, and nothing ever changes without a dream.
Our dreams are firsthand creations, rather than residues of waking life. We have the capacity for infinite creativity; at least while dreaming, we partake of the power of the Spirit, the infinite Godhead that creates the cosmos.
All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.
Dreams are real as long as they last. Can we say more of life?