Our ideals are our better selves.
Idealists are foolish enough to throw caution to the winds. They have advanced mankind and have enriched the world.
It is the style of idealism to console itself for the loss of something old with the ability to gape at something new.
Idealism is the despot of thought, just as politics is the despot of will.
An idealist believes the short run doesn't count. A cynic believes the long run doesn't matter. A realist believes that what is done or left undone in the short run determines the long run.
Idealist: a cynic in the making.
The attainment of an ideal is often the beginning of a disillusion.
What we need most, is not so much to realize the ideal as to idealize the real.
If you are going to build something in the air it is always better to build castles than houses of cards.
Idealism is fine, but as it approaches reality the cost becomes prohibitive.
Ideals are the worlds masters.
Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed confronts us fiercely, foe-beset, pursued, and cries reproachful: Was it then my praise, and not myself was loved? Prove now thy truth; I claim of thee the promise of thy youth.