One cannot violate the promptings of one's nature without having that nature recoil upon itself.

I write for no other purpose than to add to the beauty that now belongs to me.

Not all the monsters have fangs.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

He was mastered by the sheer surging of life, the tidal wave of being, the perfect joy of each separate muscle, joint, and sinew in that it was everything that was not death, that it was aglow and rampant, expressing itself in movement, flying exultantly under the stars.

I am first of all a white man, and only then a socialist.

Man is man because he chanced to develop intelligence instead of instinct; otherwise he would to this day have remained among the anthropoid apes. He has turned away from nature, become unnatural, as it were, disliked the earth upon which he found himself, and changed the face of it somewhat to his liking.