“The possible’s slow fuse is lit by the Imagination.”

I think of love, and you, and my heart grows full and warm, and my breath stands still. I can feel a sunshine stealing into my soul and making it all summer, and every thorn, a rose.

I hope you love birds too. It is economical. It saves going to heaven.

That it will never come again is what makes life sweet.

Saying nothing; sometimes says the most.

Life is a spell so exquisite that everything conspires to break it.

Find ecstasy in life; the mere sense of living is joy enough.

Sunrise: day’s great progenitor.

We never know how high we are till we are called to rise. Then if we are true to form our statures touch the skies.

I have an appetite for silence.

I am nobody! Who are you? Are you a nobody, too?

Truth is so rare that it is delightful to tell it.

The Soul selects her own Society.

But a Book is only the Heart’s Portrait- every Page a Pulse.

Common sense is almost as omniscient as God.

That love is all there is, Is all we know of love.

Judge tenderly of me.

People can die of mere imagination.

I just love music – by no stretch of the imagination am I professionally competent.

Men will gather knowledge no matter what the consequences. Science will go on whether we are pessimistic or optimistic, as I am. More interesting discoveries than we can imagine will be made, and I am awaiting them, full of curiosity and enthusiasm.

Justice is to be found only in the imagination.

I have observed dreams and visions very carefully, and am now certain that the imagination has some way of lighting on the truth that the reason has not, and that its commandments, delivered when the body is still and the reason silent, are the most binding we can ever know.

Imagination, not invention, is the supreme master of art as of life.

You know, I can imagine not writing a novel and writing poetry only.

Wondered how anyone could ever imagine unquiet slumbers, for the sleepers in that quiet earth.