Without this playing with fantasy no creative work has ever yet come to birth. The debt we owe to the play of the imagination is incalculable.
Fear of error which everything recalls to me at every moment of the flight of my ideas this mania for control makes men prefer reason's imagination to the imagination of the senses. And yet it is always the imagination alone which is at work.
Light is meaningful only in relation to darkness and truth presupposes...
Can the knowledge deriving from reason even begin to compare with knowledge...
O reason reason abstract phantom of the waking state I had already...
Losing my anonymity in this world I think is something that I find...
Wherever you go, no matter what the weather, always bring your own...
You only live once, but if you do it right, once is enough.
