Our whole life is startlingly moral. There is never an instant's truce between virtue and vice.

The silence sings. It is musical. I remember a night when it was audible. I heard the unspeakable.

A true account of the actual is the rarest poetry, for common sense always takes a hasty and superficial view.

Thus the State never intentionally confronts a man's sense, intellectual or moral, but only his body, his senses. It is not armed with superior wit or honesty, but with superior physical strength. I was not born to be forced. I will breathe after my own fashion.

Explore thyself. Herein are demanded the eye and the nerve.

I don't like the city better, the more I see it, but worse. I am ashamed of my eyes that behold it. It is a thousand times meanerthan I could have imagined.... The pigs in the street are the most respectable part of the population.

Good deeds are no less good because their object is unworthy.