“Life is only a dream and we are the imagination of ourselves.”

“It occurs to me that we allow ourselves to imagine only such messages as we need to survive.”

“No matter how qualified or deserving we are, we will never reach a better life until we can imagine it for ourselves and allow ourselves to have it.”

“I do not know how to distinguish between waking life and a dream. Are we not always living the life that we imagine we are?”

“We can only know what we can truly imagine. Finally what we see comes from ourselves.”

“In dreams, beyond imagination, there is always a part of life.”

“We are not dead but asleep, dreaming of ourselves.”

“May we not imagine that possibly this earthly life of ours is to the other life what sleeping is to waking? May not all our life be a dream and death an awakening? But an awakening to what? And supposing that everything is but the dream of God and that God one day will awaken? Will He remember His dream?”

“… along with the other animals, the stones, the trees, and the clouds, we ourselves are characters within a huge story that is visibly unfolding all around us, participants within the vast imagination, or Dreaming, of the world.”

“Living in dreams of yesterday, we find ourselves still dreaming of impossible future conquest…”