A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the read more

A rock pile ceases to be a rock pile the moment a single man contemplates it, bearing within him the image of a cathedral.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

In my mind's eye, Horatio.

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.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Consistency is the last refuge of the unimaginative.

Reality is that part of the imagination we all agree on

Reality is that part of the imagination we all agree on

. . . his master was in a manner always in a wrong Boxe and building
castels in the read more

. . . his master was in a manner always in a wrong Boxe and building
castels in the ayre or catching Hares with Tabers.

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only read more

Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the thinks you can think up if only you try!

When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come close to
the conclusion that the gift of read more

When I examine myself and my methods of thought, I come close to
the conclusion that the gift of fantasy has meant more to me than
my talent for absorbing positive knowledge.

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you read more

Imagination is the beginning of creation. You imagine what you desire, you will what you imagine and at last you create what you will.