You are greater than you can possibly imagine, if you would only free yourself up to imagine.

Sometimes the thing that’s chasing me does so most effectively by leading me to believe that I’m chasing it.

I don’t know that our dreams died. Rather, I think that they were abandoned because that leaves us with the dream that maybe, in some nearly impossible way we can somehow still achieve the dream, for without a dream it us who dies.

Of course my dreams lay leagues outside the reach of my resources and the grasp of my abilities. For if I did not dream something wildly bigger than myself, I might have some really good ideas but I don’t have any dreams.

More often than not, the greatest opposition to my dreams isn’t something that stands in front of me. Rather, it’s something that resides within me.

Unless dreams are carried from the whimsy of imagination to demands of reality, they will die in the catacombs of ‘what could be.

In the absence of faith, our dreams will move from feasible aspirations to implausible fantasy.

Men can dig wells, but they can’t create water.

To ask what the limits of our imagination are suggests that we firmly believe in limits, but we don’t have much faith in imagination.