Mark Twain Quotes

The other day I dreamed that I was at the gates of heaven. And St. Peter said, 'Go back to Earth, there are no slums up here.'

Hell must be a pretty swell spot, because the guys that invented religion have sure been trying hard to keep everybody else out.

In the end dreams became his life, and his whole life thereafter took a strange turn: one might say he slept while waking and watched while asleep.

The power of the dead is that we think they see us all the time. The dead have a presence. Is there a level of energy composed solely of the dead? They are also in the ground, of course, asleep and crumbling. Perhaps we are what they dream.

I'm not a big dreamer. I never have been. I remember fragments of my dream, and I try to take a traditional sort of approach to researching this project and doing preparation for it.

In our dreams we can have our eggs cooked exactly how we want them, but we can't eat them.

Why should she give her bounty to the dead? What is divinity if it can come Only in silent shadows and in dreams?

All my fears and cares are of this world; if there is another, an honest man has nothing to fear from it.

All dreams continue in the beyond.

Last night I dreamed about you. What happened in detail I can hardly remember, all I know is that we kept merging into one another. I was you, you were me. Finally you somehow caught fire.

Truth and dreams are always getting muddled.

I never thought about heaven per se. I think when you're dead, you're dead. If anything happens after that, you just hope you don't go to hell.

Hell and Heaven are near man, yes, in him; and every man after death goes to that Hell or heaven in which he was, or to his spirit, during his abode in the world.

Heaven & Hell are both creations of desire.

So softly death succeeded life in her, She did but dream of heaven, and she was there.

In death - no! even in the grave all is not lost. Else there is no immortality for man. Arousing from the most profound slumbers, we break the gossamer web of some dream. Yet in a second afterward, (so frail may that web have been) we remember not that we have dreamed.

I'm usually trying to get back into the dream or analyzing the dream. And yeah, the days, most days begin like that.

I g-g-guess...I'm dead?" she heard her own voice call out, strangely high-pitched and thin. For a long time, she heard nothing else. And then: "Hi, Dead. I'm Dan.

The concept of dreaming is known to the waking mind but to the dreamer there is no waking, no real world, no sanity; there is only the screaming bedlam of sleep.

Sometimes, I see and hear stories, especially those that involve children, and I wonder if this is hell and we are trying to get into heaven.

I think everybody on this planet does that - trying to capture your dream after you wake up.

Once Chuang Chou dreamt he was a butterfly, a butterfly flitting and fluttering around, happy with himself and doing as he pleased. He didn't know he was Chuang Chou. Suddenly he woke up and there he was, solid and unmistakeable Chuang Chou. But he didn't know if he was Chuang Chou who had dreamt he was a butterfly, or a butterfly dreaming he was Chuang Chou.

A dreamcatcher works, if your dream is to be gay.

Those who want to be offended don't have the right to try and close down the newspaper that offends them.