Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there.

There are. intangible realities which float near us, formless and without words; realities which no one has thought out, and which are excluded for lack of interpreters.

One might speak to great length of the three corners of reality what was seen, what was thought to be seen, and what was thought ought to be seen.

The reality of life is that your perceptions -- right or wrong -- influence everything else you do. When you get a proper perspective of your perceptions, you may be surprised how many other things fall into place.

We must learn to tailor our concepts to fit reality, instead of trying to stuff reality into our concepts.

Realists do not fear the results of their study.

How hard it is, sometimes, to trust the evidence of one's senses! How reluctantly the mind consents to reality.

We must find our duties in what comes to us, not in what might have been.

A cause a day keeps reality away.

The stupendous fact that we stand in the midst of reality will always be something far more wonderful than anything we do.

It has sometimes been said that we find nowhere in nature an analogue of the difference between "happens" and "is," on the one hand, and "ought," on the other hand.

People see the world not as it is, but as they are.

Take things as they are. Punch when you have to punch. Kick when you have to kick.

Reality leaves a lot to the imagination.

The shadow is what we think of it; the tree is the real thing.

Your goals, minus your doubts, equal your reality.

Reality is something you rise above.

A theory must be tempered with reality.

It takes only one other person to say it's so-one other point of reality to make something real.

Reality is for people who can't face drugs.

Reality is a question of perspective; the further you get from the past, the more concrete and plausible it seems --but as you approach the present, it inevitably seems incredible.

The realist is the man, who having weighed all the visible factors in a given situation and having found that the odds are against him, decides that fighting is useless.

In nature, the emphasis is in what is rather than what ought to be.

What our eyes behold may well be the text of life but one's meditations on the text and the disclosures of these meditations are no less a part of the structure of reality.

Reality is nothing but a collective hunch.

A test of what is real is that it is hard and rough. Joys are found in it, not pleasure. What is pleasant belongs to dreams.