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

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul.

For how can a man stand, unless he have something sure under his feet. Can a man tread the unstable water all his life, and call that standing? Better give in and drown at once.

Europe is, perhaps, the least worn-out of the continents, because it is the most lived in. A place that is lived in lives.

In masturbation there is nothing but loss. There is no reciprocity. There is merely the spending away of a certain force, and no return. The body remains, in a sense, a corpse, after the act of self-abuse. There is no change, only deadening. There is what we call dead loss. And this is not the case in any act of sexual intercourse between two people. Two people may destroy one another in sex. But they cannot just produce the null effect of masturbation.

Be careful, then, and be gentle about death. For it is hard to die, it is difficult to go through the door, even when it opens.

I am turned into a dream. I feel nothing, or I don't know what I feel. Yet it seems to me I am happy.