“It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?”

If i could be assured of your destruction, i would in the interest of the public, cheerfully accept my death.

When a doctor does go wrong he is the first of criminals.

A change of work is the best rest.

There are times, young fellah, when every one of us must make a stand for human right and justice, or you never feel clean again.

Mediocrity knows nothing higher than itself; but talent instantly recognizes genius.

You see, but you do not observe.

It is stupidity rather than courage to refuse to recognize danger when it is close upon you.

To let the brain work without sufficient material is like racing an engine. It racks itself to pieces.

Life, it turns out, is infinitely more clever and adaptable than anyone had ever supposed.

We can’t command our love, but we can our actions.

I have frequently gained my first real insight into the character of parents by studying their children.

The game is afoot.

Women are naturally secretive, and they like to do their own secreting.

There are heroisms all round us waiting to be done.

Art in the blood is liable to take the strangest forms.

There is nothing in which deduction is so necessary as in religion.

Anything you can imagine you can make real.

Foolish men imagine that because judgment for an evil thing is delayed, there is no justice; but only accident here below. Judgment for an evil thing is many times delayed some day or two, some century or two, but it is sure as life, it is sure as death.

Anything one man can imagine, other men can make real.

Anything capable of being imagined will one day be made reality.

Imagine how weird phones would look if your mouth was nowhere near your ears.

It’s scary to imagine yourself failing. But I do know that in Bollywood, every Friday changes your destiny, and unfortunately, every Friday also changes the way people look at you.

I was fifteen years old when I understood how it is that things break down: people can’t imagine someone else’s point of view.

When I played in a 21-team league, there were six or seven goalies who were just average, and the equipment and pads were smaller. I came in the right era. I played for the right team. It was all speed, and creativity and imagination.