If the whole world I once could see On free soil stand, with the people free Then to the moment might I say, Linger awhile. . .so fair thou art.

The style of an author is a faithful copy of his mind.

Painting and tattooing the body is a return to animalism.

Words express neither objects nor ourselves.

It is not doing the thing we like to do, but liking the thing we have to do, that makes life blessed.

Hypotheses are only the pieces of scaffolding which are erected round a building during the course of construction, and which are taken away as soon as the edifice is completed.

You shall abstain, shall abstain. That is the eternal song.