I slept and dreamt that life was joy. I awoke and saw that life was service. I acted and behold, service was joy.
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Who among us has not, in moments of ambition, dreamt of the miracle of a form of poetic prose, musical but without rhythm and rhyme, both supple and staccato enough to adapt itself to the lyrical movements of our souls, the undulating movements of ou
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But when I said that nothing had been done I erred in one important matter. We had definitely committed ourselves and were halfway out of our ruts. We had put down our passage money--booked a sailing to Bombay. This may sound too simple, but is great in consequence. Until one is committed, there is hesitancy, the chance to draw back, always ineffectiveness. Concerning all acts of initiative (and creation), there is one elementary truth the ignorance of which kills countless ideas and splendid plans: that the moment one definitely commits oneself, the providence moves too. A whole stream of events issues from the decision, raising in one's favor all manner of unforeseen incidents, meetings and material assistance, which no man could have dreamt would have come his way. I learned a deep respect for one of Goethe's couplets: Whatever you can do or dream you can, begin it. Boldness has genius, power and magic in it!
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My brain sang a rhythm I never dreamt to sing, "I will be gay and laugh and sing, he is going away."
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'Humph' grunted Mr. Romford, seeing his worst fears about to be realized. He had dreamt that he had timbled over a poodle in the drawing-room, and squirted a bottle of porter right into a lady's face. 'Who's goin' besides ourselves' asked Romford, wishing to know the worst at once. 'Better be killed than frightened to death,' thought he.
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My brain sang a rhythm I never dreamt to sing, 'I will be gay and laugh and sing, he is going away.'
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I dreamt to become a Protector of my nation, a Server to my country, a Defense toward my foes, and a Fighter for the Right of our Nation.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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The march of invention has clothed mankind with powers of which a century ago the boldest imagination could not have dreamt.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio, than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,
Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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There are more things in heaven and earth, Horatio,Than are dreamt of in your philosophy.
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