I saw him open his mouth wide. . . as though he had wanted to swallow all the air, all the earth, all the men before him.

Books may be written in all sorts of places. Verbal inspiration may enter the berth of a mariner on board a ship frozen fast in a river in the middle of a town.

There is no credulity so eager and blind as the credulity of covetousness, which, in its universal extent, measures the moral misery and the intellectual destitution of mankind.

The artist appeals to that part of our being...which is a gift and not an acquisition - and, therefore, more permanently enduring.

Every age is fed on illusions, lest men should renounce life early and the human race come to an end.

A man is a worker. If he is not that he is nothing.

Happiness, happiness ... the flavor is with you-with you alone, and you can make it as intoxicating as you please.