The imagination is not a state: it is the human existence itself.
Improvement makes strait roads, but the crooked roads without Improvement, are roads of Genius.
The tree which moves some to tears of joy is in the eyes of others only a green thing that stands in the way. Some see nature all ridicule and deformity ... and some scarce see nature at all. But to the eyes of the man of imagination, nature is imagination itself.
Everything possible to be believed is an image of the truth.
In the universe, there are things that are known, and things that are unknown, and in between, there are doors.
By William Blake