The heart of an Irishman is nothing but his imagination

He knew the world and its absurdities as only an intelligent Irishman can; which is to say that where his knowledge or memory failed him, his imagination was always ready to fill the gap.

The Irish genius has always stressed spiritual and intellectual rather than material values.

He is indeed the true enchanter, whose spell operates, not upon the senses, but upon the imagination and the heart.

God is only a great imaginative experience.

No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

He is outside of everything, and an alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feelings; but none when they are under the influence of imagination.

[E]verything is the work of imagination, and... all the faculties of the soul can be correctly reduced to pure imagination...

He is outside of everything, and alien everywhere. He is an aesthetic solitary. His beautiful, light imagination is the wing that on the autumn evening just brushes the dusky window.

His wild and enthusiastic imagination was chastened by the sensibility of his heart. His soul overflowed with ardent affections, and his friendship was of that devoted and wondrous nature that the worldly-minded teach us to look for only in the imagination.

He's like a storybook spirit, a little djinn or something, except instead of air or water his element is imagination.

There is a boundary to men's passions when they act from feeling; none when they are under the influence of imagination.

Your fantasies define you, so dream carefully. A man with no imagination is a man with no future in today’s world — and no past in tomorrow’s.