It would be about as easy for an American to become a Chinaman or a Hindoo as for him to acquire an Englishness or a Frenchness or a European-ness that is more than half skin deep.

Haie! Haie! These were the swift to harry; These the keen-scented; These were the souls of blood. Slow on the leash, pallid the leash-men!

Artists are the antennae of the race, but the bullet-headed many will never learn to trust the great artists.

People find ideas a bore because they do not distinguish between live ones and stuffed ones on a shelf.

There is natural ignorance and there is artificial ignorance. I should say at the present moment the artificial ignorance is about eighty-five per cent.

The concept of genius as akin to madness has been carefully cultivated by the inferiority complex of the public.

What thou lov'st well is thy true heritage.