Were Patrick Henry to return to earth and look around on the vast economic order of the day, he might revise his observation and merely say ‘Give me death’-the alternative being manifestly impossible under modern conditions.

All slang is metaphor, and all metaphor is poetry.

The rich are the scum of the earth in every country.

Lord! what a strange world in which a man cannot remain unique even by taking the trouble to go mad!

The present condition of fame is merely fashion.

A third-class carriage is a community, while a first-class carriage is a place of wild hermits.

The man who throws a bomb is an artist, because he prefers a great moment to everything.