“As for His failing you, never dream of it -- hate the thought of it. The God who has been sufficient until now, should be trusted to the end.”

“There have been times I have thought some dreams should never be dreamt, but I would hate a world where that was true.”

“She dreamed of him, his face, filling the dream. "Things are ending," he told her. "This civilization; things are closing in on it. It has been quite a culture, brilliant and foul, cannibal and Christian, the glory of the world. We should celebrate it while we can; until night falls."She didn't agree, not even in the dream, but she knew, as she dreamed, that there was no point telling him now.”

“New beatitudes came from him [Bobby]: “Blessed are those who live in hovels, for God will give them palaces in heaven.”He gave them new commandments:“God weeps when anyone kills in his name; kill not.“God hates hate; hate not.“God loves love; love more.“You need not trust in God; you need hope that God will trust in you."You are your own master. The way is within you.”

“Even though I can’t tell others whether they should chase their marathon dreams, I highly recommend they do something completely out of character, something they never in a million years thought they’d do, something they may fail miserably at. Because sometimes the places where you end up finding your true self are the places you never thought to look. That, and I don’t want to be the only one who sucks at something.”

“The Dream by Mark BakerA man lay on his bed at the end of his life waiting to die.His dream came to pay his last respectsand bid farewell to the man who had never used it.As it entered the room the man looked down in shame."Why did you not realize me?" the dream asked."Because I was afraid," the man said."Afraid of what," said the dream."I was afraid I would fail.""But haven't you failed by not attempting to use me?"."Yes I did, but I always thought there would be tomorrow.""You Fool!" said the dream" Did it never occur to youthat there was only ever today? the moment that you are in right now?Do you think that now that death is herethat you can put it off until tomorrow?"."No", said the man, a tear gently rolling down his cheek.The dream was softer now, because it knew that there were two types of pain,the pain of discipline and the pain of regret,and while discipline weighs ounces, regret weighs pounds.Then the dream leant forward to gently wipe away the tear and said," You need only have taken the first stepand I would have taken one to meet you,for the only thing that ever separated uswas the belief in your mind that you couldn't have me".Then they said goodbye and they both died.”