Mankind has got to get back to the rhythm of the cosmos.

Be sure your sins will find you out, especially if you're married and her name's Bertha

Not that the Red Indian will ever possess the broad lands of America. At least I presume not. But his ghost will.

That is almost the whole of Russian literature: the phenomenal coruscations of the souls of quite commonplace people.

I don't like your miserable lonely single front name. It is so limited, so meager; it has no versatility; it is weighted down with the sense of responsibility; it is worn threadbare with much use; it is as bad as having only one jacket and one hat; it is like having only one relation, one blood relation, in the world. Never set a child afloat on the flat sea of life with only one sail to catch the wind.

I am convinced that the majority of people to-day have good, generous feelings which they can never know, never experience, because of some fear, some repression. I do not believe that people would be villains, thieves, murderers and sexual criminals if they were freed from legal restraint.

Naught is possessed, neither gold, nor land nor love, nor life, nor peace, nor even sorrow nor death, nor yet salvation. Say of nothing: It is mine. Say only: It is with me.