This world is but a canvas to our imagination.

It is usually the imagination that is wounded first, rather than the heart it being much more sensitive.

Generally speaking, a howling wilderness does not howl: it is the imagination of the traveler that does the howling.

Shall I not have intelligence with the earth? Am I not partly leaves and vegetable mould myself.

True friendship can afford true knowledge. It does not depend on darkness and ignorance.