idealist

He was a dreamer, an idealist, grounded in the reality he observed around him.

It is not an idealist, not a romantic call to ethics of conviction as opposed to ethics of responsibility.

He was an “idealist and a realist at the same time,” said his close friend, the British Diplomat Frank Roberts.

The hardheaded politician devoted to step-by- step progress was transformed in death into the consummate liberal idealist.

“It is an ideological—no, not ideological, but I am an idealist still, and I think that I can win,” he said.

I can tell you, my dear idealist—you have not changed a particle, by the way—that there is another side you have never seen.

He was a stubborn idealist, and having found something at last to admire he purposed to hug it.

He was soon at full speed again, on his futile race: a hapless idealist in pursuit of lost dreams.

Greater still is he, who is not idealist only, but saint and hero, and in his life bears witness to the truth he teaches.

But whereas as a national poet he was a flattering idealist, he was as a personal poet an uncompromising realist.