Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue, and each shows only what lies in its focus.

Dream delivers us to dream, and there is no end to illusion. Life is like a train of moods like a string of beads, and, as we pass through them, they prove to be many-colored lenses which paint the world their own hue. . .

We must never stop dreaming. Dreams provide nourishment for the soul, just as a meal does for the body.

And yet, though we wake, though there is no end to waking and saying Oh I see, not ever [...], still within the dream in which we find ourselves every other dream is nested, every one we have awakened from.

But I'm always dreaming, even when I'm awake; it is never finished.

I think a dream can take you farther than anything.

In dreams, as in love, all is possible.

Whether it manifests as creation or disappears into Oneness of Reality, whether it is experienced as existing and real, or is perceived to be false and nonexistent, illusion throughout is illusion. There is no end to it, just as there is no end to imagination.

A dream is a creation of the intelligence, the creator being present but not knowing how it will end.

in a dream one must be allowed the liberty of imagining occasionally that which never existed in the world of sense perception.

Humans are dreaming all the time.

Such vastness makes for illusion, a kind of illusion that comprehends reality, and where it exists there is always wonder and exhilaration.

There is no limit to the amount of intelligence invested in ignorance when the need for illusion runs deep.

Imagination, at the very least, brings us joy; at the very most, it empowers us to suspend disbelief and chase the impossible.