Dreaming men are haunted men.

All men dream: but nor equally, those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible. This I did. I meant to make a new nation, to restore! a lost influence, to give twenty millions of Semites the foundations on which to build an inspired dream-palace of their national thoughts.

Most men go to their graves with their dreams still inside them

All men dream; but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, to make it possible.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream in the dark recesses of the night awake in the day to find all was vanity. But the dreamers of day are dangerous men, for they may act their dreams with open eyes, and make it possible.

Мечтают все: но не одинаково. Те, кто по ночам грезит на пыльных чердаках своего ума, просыпаются днем и обнаруживают, что все это было тщетой; но те, кто мечтает днем, опасные люди, ибо они могут проживать свою мечту с открытыми глазами, воплощая ее.

Все люди мечтают, но по-разному. Одни грезят ночью, в тёмных закоулках разума, но стоит им проснуться, как мечты их обращаются прахом. Но есть и другие - те, кто грезит наяву. Опасные это люди, ибо они идут навстречу мечте с открытыми глазами.

All men dream: but not equally. Those who dream by night in the dusty recesses of their minds wake in the day to find that it was vanity: but the dreamers of the day are dangerous men, for they may act their dream with open eyes, to make it possible.

Breathing dreams like air

A man that is born falls into a dream like a man who falls into the sea. If he tries to climb out into the air as inexperienced people endeavor to do, he drowns.

The only thing that comes to a sleeping man is dreams.

Dream no small dreams for they have no power to move the hearts of men.

Sleep sank them lower than the tide of dreams,
And their dreams watched them sink, and slid away.

It is said that men may not be the dreams of the god, but rather that the gods are the dreams of men.

From dreams of bliss shall men awake
One day, but not to weep:
The dreams remain: they only break
The mirror of the sleep.

Dreams turn to dust in light of day.