While we live, let us live.

The human consciousness is really homogeneous. There is no complete forgetting, even in death.

I can never decide whether my dreams are the result of my thoughts, or my thoughts the result of my dreams.

The more I see of democracy the more I dislike it. It just brings everything down to the mere vulgar level of wages and prices, electric light and water closets, and nothing else.

That which one cannot experience in daily life is not true for oneself.

But better die than live mechanically a life that is a repetition of repetitions.

The Spirit of Place [does not] exert its full influence upon a newcomer until the old inhabitant is dead or absorbed. So America.... The moment the last nuclei of Red [Indian] life break up in America, then the white men will have to reckon with the full force of the demon of the continent.