Truth is a matter of the imagination.

Imagination reveals the possibilities beyond the edges of our reality.

It is, I admit, mere imagination; but how often is imagination the mother of truth?

Truth is a matter of the imagination. The soundest fact may fail or prevail in the style of its telling: like that singular organic jewel of our seas, which grows brighter as one woman wears it and, worn by another, dulls and goes to dust. Facts are no more solid, coherent, round, and real than pearls are.

Imagination is real.

Everything possible to be believed is an image of truth.

What we call imagination is actually the universal library of what's real. You couldn't imagine it if it weren't real somewhere, sometime.

Imagination is a very high sort of seeing.

Imagination governs the world.

Where the imagination is alive, wonder is completely alive. Where the imagination is alive, possibility is awake because imagination is the great friend of possibility. Possibilities are always more interesting than their facts.

Imagination is the real and eternal world of which this vegetable universe is but a faint shadow.

The world of reality has its limits,the world of imagination is boundless.

I'm the idea of the human imagination, which, when you think about it, is the only thing we can really be certain ISN'T imaginary.

Imagination is a form of seeing