In dreams begin responsibilitiy.

Not a man alive has so much luck that he can play with it.

The things a man has heard and seen are threads of life, and if he pull them carefully from the confused distaff of memory, any who will can weave them into whatever garments of belief please them best. I too have woven my garment like another, but I shall try to keep warm in it, and shall be well content if it do not unbecome me.

Poet and sculptor, do the work, / Nor let the modish painter shirk

But I, being poor, have only my dreams; I have spread my dreams under your feet; Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.

Whatever flames upon the night Man's own resinous heart has fed.

O what fine thought we had because we thought that the worst rogues and rascals had died out.