Happiness is ideal, it is the work of the imagination.

The human race is governed by its imagination.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

A lady's imagination is very rapid it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.

Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.