A man, to be greatly good, must imagine intensely and comprehensively; he must put himself in the place of another and many others; the pains and pleasures of his species must become his own. The great instrument of moral good is the imagination.

Venice, it's temples and palaces did seem like fabrics of enchantment piled to heaven.

Reason respects the differences, and imagination the similitudes of things

Wealth and dominion fade into the mass
Of the great sea of human right and wrong,
When once from our possession they must pass;
But love, though misdirected, is among
The things which are immortal, and surpass
All that frail stuff which will be - or which was.

I have drunken deep of joy,
And I will taste no other wine tonight.

Imagination is like a muscle. I found out that the more I wrote, the bigger it got.