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When I could not sleep for cold
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded with read more
When I could not sleep for cold
I had fire enough in my brain,
And builded with roofs of gold
My beautiful castles in Spain!
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Conversation about the weather is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not, as in fiction, to imagine things which are not really there, but read more
Our imagination is stretched to the utmost, not, as in fiction, to imagine things which are not really there, but just to comprehend those things which 'are' there.
The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than read more
The creative person is both more primitive and more cultivated, more destructive, a lot madder and a lot saner, than the average person.
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from read more
My imagination makes me human and makes me a fool; it gives me all the world and exiles me from it.
Live out of your imagination, not your history.
Live out of your imagination, not your history.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
The power of imagination makes us infinite.
Reality is that part of the imagination we all agree on
Reality is that part of the imagination we all agree on
