Perhaps there is a degree of perception at which what is real and what is imagines are one: a state of clairvoyant observation, accessible or possibly accessible to the poet or, say, the acutest poet.
Imagination is the will of things. . . .
The fire burns as the novel taught it how.
The mind can never be satisfied.
The life of the city never lets you go, nor do you ever want it to.
Intolerance respecting other people's religion is toleration itself in comparison with intolerance respecting other people's art.