It is a pretty trick of authors to make nature ever in sympathy with man, but as a matter of fact she seldom is.

The final result of too much routine is death in life.

To put a tempting face aside when duty demands every faculty is a lesson which takes most men longest to learn.

A man is more than one being in his life. If the last persists, why not the first? If there be a hereafter for his age, why not for his youth?

Success is a great healer.

The world, and the great and free United States in particular, is full of narrow-minded, ignorant, moronic, bigoted, cowardly, self-righteous, anemic, pig-headed, stupid, puritanical, hypocritical, prejudiced, fanatical, cocoa-blooded atavists, who soothe their inferiority complex by barking their hatred of anything new.

I want books written out of a brain and heart and soul crowded and vital with Life, spelled with a big L. I want poetry bursting with passion. I don't care a hang for the 'verbal felicities.' They'll do for the fringe, but I want the garment to warm me first.