But we can hold our spirits and our bodies so pure and high we may cherish such thoughts and such ideals and dream such dreams of lofty purpose that we can determine and know what manner of men we will be whenever and wherever the hour strikes and calls to noble action.

Dream lofty dreams and as you dream so you shall become. Your vision is the promise of what you shall one day be your ideal is the prophecy of what you shall at last unveil.

The writer crafts their ideal world. In my world everyone has really long conversations or just picks apart pop culture to death and everyone talks in monologue.

Life without idealism is empty indeed. We just hope or starve to death.

The ideal death I think is what was the ideal Victorian death you know with your grandchildren around you a bit of sobbing. And you say goodbye to your loved ones making certain that one of them has been left behind to look after the shop.

Creation destroys as it goes throws down one tree for the rise of another. But ideal mankind would abolish death multiply itself million upon million rear up city upon city save every parasite alive until the accumulation of mere existence is swollen to a horror.

Our life dreams the Utopia. Our death achieves the Ideal.

When I started writing I did have some idealised notion of my dad as a writer. But I have less and less of a literary rivalry with him as I've gone on. I certainly don't feel I need his approval although maybe that's because I'm confident that I've got it.

I have seen in the Halls of Congress more idealism more humanness more compassion more profiles of courage than in any other institution that I have ever known.

I have this idealistic and maybe naive thought that almost any song can be anything. If you record one song today it would maybe be exciting and cool. But I could record the same song next week and it would be something completely different.