There is nothing that human imagination can figure brilliant and enviable that human genius and skill do not aspire to realize.

There can be no passion, and by consequence no love, where there is not imagination.

There is reverence that we owe to everything in human shape.

What are gold and jewels and precious utensils? Mere dross and dirt. The human face and the human heart, reciprocations of kindness and love, and all the nameless sympathies of our nature - these are the only objects worth being attached to.

He was amazing to work with though, a genius. I've never seen anyone with such skill, especially with wedges. He had shots no one else had. He had control over the ball like no-one else. The new balls killed off his edge though.

There must be room for the imagination to exercise its powers; we must conceive and apprehend a thousand things which we do not actually witness.