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"Where beams of imagination play,The memory's soft figures melt away."
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"The future is created by those who have a great imagination and the will to make it a reality by their actions."
"The design of a book is the pattern of a reality controlled and shaped by the mind of a writer."
"If I had waited long enough I probably never would have written anything at all since there is a tendency when you really begin to learn something about a thing not to want to write about it but rather to keep on learning about it always and at no time, unless you are very egotistical, which, of course, accounts for many books, will you be able to say: now I know all about this and will write about it."
"Skill gives you legs to jog, talent gives you legs to run, brilliance gives you legs to sprint, but genius gives you wings to fly."
"For you to make your creative work creative, you must seek creativity from the creator."
"Imagination is a glorious wonder."
"Writing the same kind of material is no guarantee you'll be working from the same ethos so that writers from different fields are just as likely to have an understanding of each other's work as someone working in the same genre."
"Every time a man puts a new idea across he finds ten men who thought of it before he did - but they only thought of it."
"I want to paint the rest of my days with the best colors."
"It does not need to be perfect - or technically correct - to be magic."
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"Pride is still aiming at the best houses: Men would be angels, angels would be gods. Aspiring to be gods, if angels fell; aspiring to be angels men rebel."
"What then remains, but well our power to use,And keep good humour still whate'er we lose?And trust me, dear, good humour can prevail,When airs, and flights, and screams, and scolding fail.Beauties in vain their pretty eyes may roll;Charms strike the sight, but merit wins the soul."
"Words are like Leaves; and where they most abound,Much Fruit of Sense beneath is rarely found."
"Let Sporus tremble - "What? that thing of silk, Sporus, that mere white curd of ass's milk?Satire or sense, alas! can Sporus feel?Who breaks a Butterfly upon a Wheel?"Yet let me flap this Bug with gilded wings,This painted Child of Dirt that stinks and stings; Whose Buzz the Witty and the Fair annoys,Yet Wit ne'er tastes, and Beauty ne'er enjoys."
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