The basis of action is lack of imagination. It is the last resource of those who know not how to dream.

Yes: I am a dreamer. For a dreamer is one who can only find his way by moonlight, and his punishment is that he sees the dawn before the rest of the world.

I can believe anything provided it is incredible.

Actual life was chaos, but there was something terribly logical in the imagination. It was the imagination that set remorse to dog the feet of sin. It was the imagination that made each crime bear its misshapen brood. In the common world of fact the wicked were not punished, nor the good rewarded. Success was given to the strong, failure thrust upon the weak. That was all.

The one person who has more illusions than the dreamer is the man of action

Anyone who lives within their means suffers from a lack of imagination.