Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.

Be careful of what you dream and expect in life. You might just get it.

It's when we're starving that we only have food for thought.

I dreamt -- marvellous error! -- that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden bees were making white combs and sweet honey from my old failures.

I dreamt of a dream that showed me a dream that could only been seen in the dream of a dream.

I know it will not happen in one day. I also know that it is definitely going to happen one day.