Imaginary obstacles are insurmountable. Real ones aren't.
Real difficulties can be overcome; it is only the imaginary ones that are unconquerable.
We have nothing to fear but fear itself... and, of course, the boogieman.
Some men storm imaginary Alps all their lives, and die in the foothills cursing difficulties which do not exist.
It is folly to anticipate evils, and madness to create imaginary ones.
I'm not really afraid of things that are imaginary. I enjoy it. I enjoy big narrative, and I enjoy big feelings. Having a feeling is never going to kill you.
I know that we often tremble at an empty terror; yet the false fancy brings a real misery.
The great majority of the things we now make ourselves panicked about are self-created 'dangers' that exist almost entirely in our own imaginations.
Tis the eye of childhood that fears a painted devil.
Paranoid? Probably. But just because you're paranoid doesn't mean there isn't an invisible demon about to eat your face.
Understanding replaces imaginary fears with real ones.
