A fierce unrest seethes at the core, of all existing things:, it was the eager wish to soar, that gave the gods their wings.

Ideas pull the trigger, but instinct loads the gun.

He worked like hell in the country so he could live in the city, where he worked like hell so he could live in the country.

Too many creatures both insects and humans estimate their own value by the amount of minor irritation they are able to cause to greater personalities than themselves.

it is better to be a part of beauty for one instant and then cease to exist than to exist forever and never be a part of beauty

A certain alloy of expediency improves the gold of morality and makes it wear all the longer.

Between the years of ninety-two and a hundred and two, however, we shall be the ribald, useless, drunken, outcast person we have always wished to be. We shall have a long white beard and long white hair; we shall not walk at all, but recline in a wheel chair and bellow for alcoholic beverages; in the winter we shall sit before the fire with our feet in a bucket of hot water, a decanter of corn whiskey near at hand, and write ribald songs against organized society... We look forward to a disreputable, vigorous, unhonoured, and disorderly old age.