Those who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.

In our dreams (writes Coleridge) images represent the sensations we think they cause; we do not feel horror because we are threatened by a sphinx; we dream of a sphinx in order to explain the horror we feel.

Dreaming permits each and every one of us to be quietly and safely insane every night of our lives.

I did not know whether I was then a man dreaming I was a butterfly, or whether I am now a butterfly, dreaming I am a man.

Plan your castle in the air, Then build a ship to take you there.

If there were dreams to sell, What would you buy?

I placed my dream in a boat and the boat into the sea; then I ripped the sea with my hands so that my dream would sink.

But a man who doesn't dream is like a man who doesn't sweat. He stores up a lot of poison.

In bed my real love has always been the sleep that rescued me by allowing me to dream.

Whatever doesn't really happen is dreamed at night. It happens to one if it doesn't happen to another, tomorrow if not today, or a century hence if not next year.