Henry Miller Quotes About Dreams

Quotes about: Dreams

• There is the happiness which comes from creative effort. The joy of dreaming, creating, building, whether in painting a picture, writing an epic, singing a song, composing a symphony, devising new invention, creating a vast industry.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Song, Writing

• The best stories I have heard were pointless, the best books those whose plot I can never remember, the best individuals those whom I never get anywhere with. Though it has been practised on me time and again I never cease to marvel how it happens that with certain individuals whom I know, within a few minutes after greeting them we are embarked on an endless voyage comparable in feeling and trajectory only to the deep middle dream which the practised dreamer slips into like a bone slips into its sockets

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Book, Feelings

  Henry Miller (1958). “The Colossus of Maroussi”, p.71, New Directions Publishing

• One can see now how the idea of heaven takes hold of men's consciousness, how it gains ground even when all the props have been knocked from under it. There must be another world beside this swamp in which everything is dumped pell-mell. It's hard to imagine what it can be like, this heaven that men dream about.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Men, Ideas

  Henry Miller (1977). “Tropic of Cancer”

• Words, sentences, ideas, no matter how subtle or ingenious, the maddest flights of poetry, the most profound dreams, the most hallucinating visions, are but crude hieroglyphs chiseled in pain and sorrow to commemorate an event which is untransmissible.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Pain, Writing

  Henry Miller (1964). “Henry Miller on Writing”, New Directions Publishing

• France may one day exist no more, but the Dordogne will live on just as dreams live on and nourish the souls of men.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Men, Soul

  Henry Miller (2010). “The Colossus of Maroussi”, p.7, New Directions Publishing

• The dreamer whose dreams are non-utilitarian has no place in this world. In this world the poet is anathema, the thinker a fool, the artist an escapist, the man of vision a criminal.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Artist, Men

  Henry Miller (1970). “The Air-Conditioned Nightmare”, p.24, New Directions Publishing

• The poem is the dream made flesh, in a two-fold sense: as work of art, and as life, which is a work of art.

  Henry Miller

  Dream, Art, Two

  Henry Miller (1941). “The Wisdom of the Heart”, p.4, New Directions Publishing

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