And all over the world, the old literature, the popular literature, is the same. It consists of very dignified sorrow and very undignified fun. Its sad tales are of broken hearts; its happy tales are of broken heads.

For the mass of men the idea of artistic creation can only be expressed by an idea unpopular in present discussions - the idea of property... Property is merely the art of the democracy... One would think, to hear people talk, that the Rothschilds and the Rockefellers were on the side of property. But obviously they are the enemies of property; because they are enemies of their own limitations.

Most Americans are born drunk, and really require a little wine or beer to sober them.

There is also an insulting speech about 'one grey day just like another'. You might as well talk about one green tree like another.

There are a good many fools who call me a friend, and also a good many friends who call me a fool.

Happiness is not only a hope, but also in some strange manner a memory ... we are all kings in exile.

The thing that cannot be defined is the first thing; the primary fact.