The imagination is the spur of delights... all depends upon it it is the mainspring of everything now is it not by means of the imagination one knows joy? Is it not of the imagination that the sharpest pleasures arise?
What is more immoral than war?
The more defects a man may have the older he is the less lovable the more...
Lust is to the other passions what the nervous fluid is to life it supports...
Nature who for the perfect maintenance of the laws of her general...
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.
In our natural state we are glorious beings. In the world of illusion we are lost and imprisoned slaves to our appetites and our will to false power.
