I seriously believed that my last hour was approaching, and yet, so strange is imagination, all I thought of was some childish hypothesis or other. In such circumstances, you do not choose your own thoughts. They overcome you.
They who dream by day are cognizant of many things which escape those who dream only by night.
There would be far less suffering amongst mankind, if men—and God knows why they are so fashioned—did not employ their imaginations so assiduously in recalling the memory of past sorrow, instead of bearing their present lot with equanimity.
So vast, so limitless in capacity is man’s imagination to disperse and burn away the rubble-dross of fact and probability, leaving only truth and dream.
It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?
Indulge your imagination in every possible flight.
Imagining something is better than remembering something.
Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.
A lady’s imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
You gave too much rein to your imagination. Imagination is a good servant, and a bad master. The simplest explanation is always the most likely.
You can’t depend on your eyes when your imagination is out of focus.
Where there is no imagination there is no horror.
