The abominable effort to take one’s sins with one to paradise.
Families, I hate you! Shut-in homes, closed doors, jealous possessors of happiness
The thing I am most aware of is my limits. And this is natural; for I never, or almost never, occupy the middle of my cage; my whole being surges toward the bars.
There are admirable potentialities in every human being.
True kindness presupposes the faculty of imagining as one's own the suffering and joys of others.
Art that submits to orthodoxy, to even the soundest doctrines, but lacks imagination and deep self-expression is lost leaving only the craftsmanship.