The vilest scramble for loot that ever disfigured the history of human conscience.

The way of even the most jusitifiable revolution is prepared by personal impulses disguised into creeds.

The blight of futility that lies in wait for men's speeches had fallen upon our conversation and made it a thing of empty sounds.

The artist in his calling of interpreter creates because he must. He is so much of a voice that, for him, silence is like death

Youth is insolent; it is its right - its necessity; it has got to assert itself, and all assertion in this world of doubts is a defiance, is an insolence.

The East Wind, an interloper in the dominions of Westerly Weather, is an impassive-faced tyrant with a sharp poniard held behind his back for a treacherous stab.

The mind of man is capable of anything--because everything is in it, all the past as well as all the future. What was there after all? Joy, fear, sorrow, devotion, valor, rage--who can tell?--but truth--truth stripped of its cloak of time.