I repeat, we are made for dreams. We must 

 OF DREAMS . ' . 



continue to dream. 



Does not the very dream help to fulfil itself? 

 The difference between the ideal and the real, 

 the vision and the fact — to bring these as near 

 together as possible is the object of our dreams. 

 They give us something to live up to. 



Shall we not bring from the smiling regions 

 of dreams brightness into this arid country 

 which we call life? And may it not be that 

 after that which we call death we shall learn 

 that what was really a dream was what we 

 called life, while "what we took for dreams 

 were excursions which our souls made into 

 the beautiful country of reality"? 



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