“The world, I think, will wait a long time for Nikola Tesla's equal in achievement and imagination.”
As quoted in the The Tesla Museum exhibition in Belgrade, and by the Tesla Memorial Society of New York http://www.teslasociety.com/tmuseum.htm
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Edwin Howard Armstrong 3
American electrical engineer and inventor 1890–1954Related quotes
“And there I sat, long long ago, waiting for the world to know me.”
“Tesla has contributed more to electrical science than any man up to his time.”
Statement of 1896, as quoted in Prodigal Genius : The Life of Nikola Tesla (2007) by James J. O'Neill
“I imagined I was God for a millisecond and became speechless for a long time.”
Sounds of Imagination http://www.poetrysoup.com/famous/poem/21407/Sounds_of_Imagination
From the poems written in English
Source: Time Travelers Never Die (2009), Chapter 5 (p. 50)
1968 Liberal Party Leadership convention speech, April 5, 1968. ( http://ms.radio-canada.ca/archives_new/2006/en/wmv/turner19680405et1.wmv)
Acceptance Speech for the Margaret Edwards Award (1998)
Source: A Circle of Quiet
Context: In Kenneth Grahame's beautiful book, The Wind In The Willows, Mole and Rat go to the holy island of the great god, Pan. It is a superb piece of religious writing, but because it has gone beyond fact, it is deeply upsetting and untruthful to some people. If a story is not specified as being Christian, it is not Christian. But that is not so.
I think that this scene is upsetting because it calls us beyond fact into the vast world of imagination, and imagination is a word of many dimensions.
1880s, 1880, Letter to Theo (Cuesmes, July 1880)
Context: People are often unable to do anything, imprisoned as they are in I don't know what kind of terrible, terrible, oh such terrible cage.
I do know that there is a release, the belated release. A justly or unjustly ruined reputation, poverty, disastrous circumstances, misfortune, they all turn you into a prisoner. You cannot always tell what keeps you confined, what immures you, what seems to bury you, and yet you can feel those elusive bars, railings, walls. Is all this illusion, imagination? I don't think so. And then one asks: My God! will it be for long, will it be for ever, will it be for eternity?