I am, a stride at a time. A very short space of time through very short time of space.

I care not if I live but a day and a night, so long as my deeds live after me.

Your mind will give back to you exactly what you put into it.

Every bond is a bond to sorrow.

When a man is born...there are nets flung at it to hold it back from flight. You talk to me of nationality, language, religion. I shall try to fly by those nets.

I am damnably sick of Italy, Italian and Italians, outrageously, illogically sick.... I hate to think that Italians ever did anything in the way of art.... What did they do but illustrate a page or so of the New Testament! They themselves think they have a monopoly in the line. I am dead tired of their bello and bellezza.

A nation is the same people living in the same place.