No amount of fire or freshness can challenge what a man will store up in his ghostly heart.

A lady's imagination is very rapid; it jumps from admiration to love, from love to matrimony, in a moment.

And the people have no imagination.
They repeat whatever one says to them...

It's creepy, but here we are, the Pilgrims, the crackpots of our time, trying to establish our own alternate reality. To build a world out of rocks and chaos.

And this being fed, it's worse than being watched. With the world always filling you, no one has to worry about what's in your mind. With everyone's imagination atrophied, no one will ever be a threat to the world.

This isn't about what is. It's about what people think is. It's all imaginary anyway. That's why it's important. People only fight over imaginary things.