Quotations About / On:
Literary imagination is an aesthetic object offered by a writer to a lover of books.
(Gaston Bachelard (1884-1962), French scientist, philosopher, literary theorist. "A Retrospective Glance at the Lifework of a Master of Books," Fragments of a Poetics of Fire (1988, trans. 1990).)
The scientific imagination always restrains itself within the limits of probability.
(Thomas Henry Huxley (1825-95), British biologist and educator. Reflection #131, Aphorisms and Reflections, selected by Henrietta A. Huxley, Macmillan (London, 1907).)
If the reporter has killed our imagination with his truth, he threatens our life with his lies.
(Karl Kraus (1874-1936), Austrian satirist. repr. In In These Great Times: A Karl Kraus Reader, ed. Harry Zohn (1976). "In These Great Times," speech, Nov. 19, 1914, Vienna, published in Die Fackel (Vienna, Dec. 1914).)
The moment a person forms a theory, his imagination sees in every object only the tracts which favor that theory.
(Thomas Jefferson (1743-1826), U.S. president. Letter, September 20, 1787, to Charles Thompson. The Papers of Thomas Jefferson, vol. 12, p. 159, ed. Julian P. Boyd, et al. (1950).)
Those Dutchmen had hardly any imagination or fantasy, but their good taste and their scientific knowledge of composition were enormous.
(Vincent Van Gogh (1853-1890), Dutch painter. Letter, July 1888. The Complete Letters of Vincent Van Gogh, vol. 3, no. B12 (1958).)
Assuming that we have trained our imagination to denounce the past, we will not suffer much from unfulfilled wishes.
(Friedrich Nietzsche (1844-1900), German philosopher, classical scholar, critic of culture. Friedrich Nietzsche, Sämtliche Werke: Kritische Studienausgabe, vol. 2, p. 332, eds. Giorgio Colli and Mazzino Montinari, Berlin, de Gruyter (1980). Human, All-Too-Human, "Man Alone With Himself," aphorism 563, "Easily Resigned," (1878).)
I would love to be able to write a tragedy in my imaginationit would turn into a masterpiece.
(Franz Grillparzer (1791-1872), Austrian author. Notebooks and Diaries (1809).)
On the wings of fancy, gentle readers, bear yourselves into the mid-air, where by imagination you may form a large stupendous castle.
(Sarah Fielding (1710-1768), British novelist, and Jane Collier. The Cry: A New Dramatic Fable, part 1, prologue (1754).)
Bereavement is a darkness impenetrable to the imagination of the unbereaved.
(Iris Murdoch (b. 1919), British novelist, philosopher. Montague Small, in The Sacred and Profane Love Machine (1974).)
Let us leave pretty women to men devoid of imagination.
(Marcel Proust (1871-1922), French novelist. "The Sweet Cheat Gone," ch. 1, Remembrance of Things Past, vol. 11 (1925), trans. by Scott Moncrieff (1930).)