It’s funny, I don’t daydream about the movie business at all.
Dream, dream, for this is also sooth.
Had I the heavens’ embroidered cloths, Enwrought with golden and silver light, The blue and the dim and the dark cloths Of night and light and the half light, I would spread the cloths under your feet: But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly […]
If your dreams turn to dust… vacuum.
I keep some portion of my early dream; Brokenly light, like moonbeams on a river, It lights my life, a far elusive gleam, Moves as I move, and leads me on forever.
Some people dream of success… while others wake up and work hard at it.
Dreams are renewable. No matter what our age or condition, there are still untapped possibilities within us and new beauty waiting to be born.
To dream of a person you would like to be is to waste the person you are.
I dream my painting, and then I paint my dream.
When your dreams turn to dust, vacuum.