I don't believe there is a healthy, normal man living who has not his dream.

I have no hesitation whatever in admitting that I have mine.
This house must be two things.

It has got to be a concrete workshop for me, and it has got to be an abstract abiding place for a dream.

It's rather difficult to build a dream house for a dream lady, so I don't know what kind of a fist I am going to make of it." Linda sat down on a boulder and contemplated her shoes for a minute.
Then she raised her ever-shifting, eager, young eyes to Peter, and it seemed to him as he looked into them that there were little gold lights flickering at the bottom of their darkness.
"Why, that's just as easy," she said.

"A home is merely a home.