Falling in love consists merely in uncorking the imagination and bottling the common sense.

We are the miracle of force and matter making itself over into imagination and will. Incredible. The Life Force experimenting with forms. You for one. Me for another. The Universe has shouted itself alive. We are one of the shouts.

Nothing is more fearful than imagination without taste.

My main point here is that if you are the child of God and God is a part of you, the in your imagination God suppose to look like you. And when you accept a picture of the deity assigned to you by another people, you become the spiritual prisoners of that other people.

All the works of man have their origin in creative fantasy. What right have we then to depreciate imagination.