Let us keep the dance of rain our fathers kept and tread our dreams beneath the jungle sky.

Let us make our future now, and let us make our dreams tomorrow's reality.

Our dreams drench us in sense, and sense steeps us again in dreams.

Too many of us are not living our dreams because we are living our fears.

The great function of poetry is to give back to us the situations of our dreams.

Nothing is nearer to us than heaven. The earth is beneath our feet, and we tread upon it, but heaven is within us.