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Las Vegas is a very strange place. It’s a place of broken dreams.
I had dreams, but I didn’t have the sense that they would necessarily work out. They seemed very far-fetched.
The Oval Office symbolizes… the Constitution, the hopes and dreams, and I’m going to say democracy. And when you have a dress code in the Supreme Court and a dress code on the floor of the Senate, floor of the House, I think it’s appropriate to have an expectation that there will be a dress code that respects the office of the President.
I worry whether it’s not really the best way to live one’s life – trying to fulfill the dreams you had as a child. Maybe it’s quite a backwards approach.
If there is one place on the face of earth where all the dreams of living men have found a home from the very earliest days when man began the dream of existence, it is India.
I just want to be myself and go for my own dreams and goals.
Dreams sometimes foretell the future.
Dreams can be like charades in which we act out words rather than see or speak them.
O reason, reason, abstract phantom of the waking state, I had already expelled you from my dreams, now I have reached a point where those dreams are about to become fused with apparent realities: now there is only room here for myself.
I think there must be a place inside of us where dreams go and wait their turn.