A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony in a moment.
It is our imagination that transforms itself into reality, through our physical strength and endeavours.
Love, however, is very materially assisted by a warm and active imagination: which has a long memory, and will thrive, for a considerable time, on very slight and sparing food.
I am certain of nothing but the holiness of the heart's affections and the truth of imagination - what the imagination seizes as beauty must be truth - whether it existed before or not.
Neither a lofty degree of intelligence nor imagination nor both together go to the making of a genius, love, love, love that is the soul of a genius.