To regard the imagination as metaphysics is to think of it as part of life, and to think of it as part of life is to realize the extent of artifice. We live in the mind.

The day of the sun is like the day of a king. It is a promenade in the morning, a sitting on the throne at noon, a pageant in the evening.

Perhaps the truth depends on a walk around the lake.

Poor, dear, silly Spring, preparing her annual surprise!

In the world of words, the imagination is one of the forces of nature.