We love life, not because we are used to living but because we are used to loving.

A casual stroll through the lunatic asylum shows that faith does not prove anything.

No victor believes in chance.

I know the hatred and envy of your hearts. Ye are not great enough not to know of hatred and envy. Then be great enough not to be ashamed of them!

My genius is in my nostrils.

One who dresses in rags that have been washed clean dresses cleanly to be sure, but raggedly nonetheless.

We are terrified by the idea of being terrified.