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

A word is a bud attempting to become a twig. How can one not dream while writing? It is the pen which dreams. The blank page gives the right to dream.

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.

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

We must not let our passions destroy our dreams.