If I could only remember that the days were, not bricks to be laid row on row, to be built into a solid house, where one might dwell in safety and peace, but only food for the fires of the heart.
No two persons ever read the same book.
The human imagination has already come to conceive the possibility of recreating human society.
His style has the desperate jauntiness of an orchestra fiddling away for dear life on a sinking ship.
The product of the scientific imagination is a new vision of relations - like that of artistic imagination.