There are two types of genius; one which above all begets and wants to beget, and another which prefers being fertilized and giving birth.

Whatever the State saith is a lie; whatever it hath is a theft: all is counterfeit in it, the gnawing, sanguinary, insatiate monster.

In art the end does not sanctify the means: but sacred means employed here can sanctify the end.

He that writeth in blood and proverbs doth not want to be read, but learnt by heart.

Show me that you are redeemed, and I will believe in your Redeemer.

Every word has its fragrance: there is a harmony and a disharmony of fragrances, and hence of words.

I am no man, I am dynamite.