How I do love the earth. I feel it thrill under my feet. I feel somehow as if it were conscious of my love, as if something passed into my dancing blood from it.
Through aisles of long-drawn centuries my spirit walks in thought.
Fate loves the fearless.
If we see light at the end of the tunnel, it's the light of the oncoming train.
My soul is not a palace of the past.
Fastidiousness is only another word for egotism; and all men who know not where to look for truth save in the narrow well of self will find their own image at the bottom, and mistake it for what they are seeking.