The lunatic the lover and the poet are of imagination all compact.
It is a wise father that knows his own child.
When a father gives to his son both laugh when a son gives to his father...
Let every eye negotiate for itself and trust no agent.
Time and the hour run through the roughest day.
Television contracts the imagination and radio expands it.
Imagination is not something apart and hermetic not a way of leaving reality...
With the brush we merely tint while the imagination alone produces colour.
Anyone who lives within his means suffers from a lack of imagination.
Apart from a few simple principles the sound and rhythm of English prose seem to me matters where both writers and readers should trust not so much to rules as to their ears.
