Henry David Thoreau Quotes

There's a very fine line between one person's reality and another person's fantasy.

A book, like a landscape, is a state of consciousness varying with readers.

Reality is how we interpret it. Imagination and volition play a part in that interpretation. Which means that all reality is to some extent a fiction.

When you have spent an important part of your life playing Let's Pretend, it's often easy to see symbolism where none exists.

Truth makes on the ocean of nature no one track of light; every eye, looking on, finds its own.

It is no use describing a house; the reader will fix the scene in some spot he knows himself.

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.

The longer you look at an object, the more abstract it becomes, and, ironically, the more real.

All that we see or seem is but a dream within a dream.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

Art is magic delivered from the lie of being truth.

The only reality of the theater exists in the mind of the audience.

I think art is more glorious than life but not more real.

No, I only like whether I like the story or not, essentially see something in it that isn't completely there.

No object is mysterious. The mystery is your eye.

Experience, already reduced to a group of impressions, is ringed round for each one of us by that thick wall of personality through which no real voice has ever pierced on its way to us, or from us to that which we can only conjecture to be without.

Of all lies, art is the least untrue.

For me they are no different, reality and dreams.

I'm not interested in observed reality.

It is only in appearance that time is a river. It is rather a vast landscape and it is the eye of the beholder that moves.

Words, as is well known, are the greatest foes of reality.

The mind was dreaming. The world was its dream.

I think I'm painting a picture of two women but it may turn out to be a landscape.

Everything is only a dream.

I think reality is over-rated