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 prov… - Ralph Waldo Emerson

Dream delivers us to dream and there is no end to illusion.

Of what use is genius, if the organ is too convex or too concave and cannot find a focal distance within the actual horizon of human life?

Death comes to all, but great achievements build a monument which shall endure until the sun grows cold.

So shall we come to look at the world with new eyes. It shall answer the endless inquiry of the intellect, — What is truth? and of the affections, — What is good? by yielding itself passive to the educated Will. ... Build, therefore, your own world. As fast as you conform your life to the pure idea in your mind, that will unfold its great proportions. A correspondent revolution in things will attend the influx of the spirit.