In the drowsy dark cave of the mind dreams build their nest with fragments dropped from day's caravan.

If one advances confidently in the direction of his dreams, and endeavors to live the life he has imagined, he will meet with a success unexpected in common hours.

I wonder how many times we dream that kind of dream-something strange and illogical-and fail to realize God is trying to tell us something.

He who dreams ... does not know he is dreaming... . Only when he awakens does he know he has dreamt. But there is also the great awakening (ta-chiao), and then we see that [everything] here is nothing but a great dream. Of course, the fools believe that they are already awake-what foolishness! Confucius and you, both of you, are dreams; and I, who tell you this, am also a dream.

We all have the same dreams.