“I will imagine you Venus tonight and pray, pray, pray to your star like a Heathen.”

To stay youthful, stay useful.

I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart’s affections, and the truth of imagination.

You are always new. The last of your kisses was even the sweetest; the last smile the brightest; the last movement the gracefullest.

Nothing ever becomes real till it is experienced.

My imagination is a monastery and I am its monk.

Wherein lies happiness? In that which becks Our ready minds to fellowship divine, A fellowship with essence; till we shine, Full alchemiz’d, and free of space. Behold The clear religion of heaven!

You are always new to me.

I would sooner fail than not be among the greatest.

I love you the more in that I believe you had liked me for my own sake and for nothing else.

Parting they seemed to tread upon the air, Twin roses by the zephyr blown apart Only to meet again more close.

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter.

Don’t be discouraged by a failure. It can be a positive experience.

Of love, that fairest joys give most unrest.

Even bees, the little almsmen of spring bowers, know there is richest juice in poison-flowers.

Failure is, in a sense, the highway to success.

We read fine things but never feel them to the full until we have gone the same steps as the author.

I had a guitar when I was 6 or 7, a plastic guitar with the Beatles’ faces on it. It would be a collector’s item now. It would fetch a hefty sum, I imagine.

Imagine what I would have done with my fire-breathing fists.

Politics in the middle of things of the imagination is like a pistol shot in the middle of a concert.

People imagine that actors are being offered everything and you are not. So things come in and sometimes there are things that I want and can’t get a meeting on, or go to a different actors.

A man who is half an idiot, but who keeps a sharp lookout and acts prudently all his life, often enjoys the pleasure of triumphing over men of more imagination than he.

Books have been thought of as windows to another world of imagination.

What every man seeks is satisfaction. He deceives himself so long as he imagines it to lie in self-indulgence.

Imagine if somebody was like, ‘Who’s the next Timothee Chalamet?’ It’s like, he’s currently Timothee Chalamet.