An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. — George Santayana
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. — George Santayana
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. — George Santayana
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. — George Santayana
An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world. — George Santayana
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An artist is a dreamer consenting to dream of the actual world.

— George Santayana
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Well, if you don’t like the idea of one world, how many worlds do you want, and how would you like them divided? By race — Burl Barer, The Saint
…but he realized he would never reconcile himself to life as something other than a prelude. What’s life’s meaning then? — Lara Biyuts, The Sunless Parlour
Smartass Disciple: Master, how do I know that I am not dreaming right now ?Master of Stupidity: You don’t. Only those wh — Toba Beta, Master of Stupidity
Sober Minds give the world a chance. True Love brings you Hope. Blind Faith moves mountains. And the main savior from de — Lara Biyuts
tears,love,life Who knows how many tears have flown in the Word of God from the creation of the world? — Sorin Cerin, Wisdom Collection: The Book of Wisdom
The universe, they say, depended for its operation on the balance of four forces which they identified as charm, persuas — Terry Pratchett, The Light Fantastic
I enjoy it when the world smiles; the more smiles, the warmer I am. — Dejan Stojanovic, The Shape
I'm a lion in a strange land. — Criss Jami, Venus in Arms
Somewhere in this small world, you can find a place where everyone appreciates you more than you think you deserve. — M.F. Moonzajer, LOVE, HATRED AND MADNESS
The world is a navy in an empty ocean. — Dejan Stojanovic
Sex and violence ... are the two great engines of the world. — James Carlos Blake
It’s funny. From up here, the destruction seems to fade. Almost as if like people, in time, even the world can heal itse — Eloise Dyson, Divided