I’m very conscious that people dear to me are alive in my imagination – poets in particular.
Imagination decides everything.
There are two worlds: the world we can measure with line and rule, and the world that we feel with our hearts and imagination.
That neither our thoughts, nor passions, nor ideas formed by the imagination, exist without the mind, is what every body will allow.
Uttering a word is like striking a note on the keyboard of the imagination.
The imagination is man’s power over nature.
It is clear that the pharmaceutical industry is not, by any stretch of the imagination, doing enough to ensure that the poor have access to adequate medical care.
Imagination is the air of mind.
I’m trying to write poems that involve beginning at a known place, and ending up at a slightly different place. I’m trying to take a little journey from one place to another, and it’s usually from a realistic place, to a place in the imagination.
Youth is not a time of life; it is a state of mind; it is not a matter of rosy cheeks, red lips and supple knees; it is a matter of the will, quality of the imagination, a vigor of the emotions; it is the freshness of the deep springs of life.