Quotes About Imagination

Man has always been half-monster, half-dreamer.

Young men have visions, old men have dreams.

No, sometimes we just have to take liberties because the idea was so good. I wish we'd just gone with the idea that Patsy had been a man. It would have been fantastic.

Man is more than an animal only in that he finds expression for the beautiful.

Every man should be capable of all ideas.

Man's mind and spirit grow with the space in which they are allowed to operate.

You cannot condemn a man for what may only be a figment of your own imagination.

Except a living man, there is nothing more wonderful than a book.

A man posing for a painting.

Reading is an art form, and every man can be an artist.

Everything which distinguishes man from the animals depends upon this ability to volatilize perceptual metaphors in a schema, and thus to dissolve an image into a concept.

Many things, for aught I know, may exist, whereof neither I nor any other man hath or can have any idea or notion whatsoever.

There are men who can write poetry, and there are men who can read balance sheets. The men who can read balance sheets cannot write.

A day will come when man will discover an alphabet in the eyes of the chalcedonies, in the marking of the moth, and will learn in astonishment that every spotted snail has always been a poem.

Let a man in a garret but burn with enough intensity and he will set fire to the world.

What one man can invent, another can discover.

Nothing ever built arose to touch the skies unless some man dreamed that it should, some man believed that it could, and some man willed that it must.

To make us feel small in the right way is a function of art; men can only make us feel small in the wrong way.

But what we strive to gratify, though we may call it a distant hope, is an immediate desire; the future estate for which men drudge up city alleys exists already in their imagination and love.

...a distinction must be made between true and false ideas, and that too much rein must not be given to a man's imagination under pretext of its being a clear and distinct intellection.

One can paint with two colors, and draw with one. Three, or four at most, have for centuries been enough men.

Now in reality, the world has paid too great a compliment to critics, and has imagined them to be men of much greater profundity than they really are.

When I was six, God was a white man with a big beard riding on a white cloud. That's the image television pumps.

Thus hope, aided by imagination, makes one man a hero, another a somnambulist, and a third a lunatic; while it renders them all enthusiasts.