His imagination conceived and bore – worlds but nothing in these worlds became alive until he discovered its true and living name. The name was the breath of life and, sooner or later, he invariably found it. – Algernon H. Blackwood

Nevertheless, the consuming hunger of the uncritical mind for what it imagines to be certainty or finality impels it to feast upon shadows in the prevailing famine of substance. – E. T. Bell

I dont want to go on much longer, really. I think that would suggest a lack of imagination. A certain lack of dignity also. – Steven Patrick Morrissey