'this is the place where dreams are made'

I love summer evenings.  Sitting outside until night falls with a glass of wine, talking with friends, pondering life.  One said a few nights ago as we surveyed the trees, listened to hysterical bird and heard little mice scrabbling around in the hedge 'this is the place where dreams are made'. I pondered writing this above my door... until we decided it might sound like a brothel?

"It’s impossible” said pride. “It’s risky” said experience. “It’s pointless” said reason. “Give it a try” whispered the heart - Anonymous