All that we see or seem, is but a dream within a dream. >>
In criticism I will be bold, and as sternly, absolutely just with frie >>
The nose of a mob is its imagination. By this, at any time, it can be >>
The bridges that you cross before you come to them are over rivers tha >>
Imagination is the pontoon bridge making way for the timid feet of rea >>
The soul without imagination is what an observatory would be without a >>
It will be found, in fact, that the ingenious are always fanciful, and the truly imaginative never otherwise than analytic.