You can t, in sound morals, condemn a man for taking care of his own integrity. It is his clear duty. And least of all can you condemn an artist pursuing, however humbly and imperfectly, a creative aim. In that interior world where his thought and his emotions go seeking for the experience of imagined adventures, there are no policemen, no law, no pressure of circumstance or dread of opinion to keep him within bounds. Who then is going to say Nay to his temptations if not his conscience?

The discovery of America was the occasion of the greatest outburst of cruelty and reckless greed known in history.

The very young have, properly speaking, no moments. It is the privilege of early youth to live in advance of its days in all the beautiful continuity of hope which knows no pauses and no introspection.

I can't imagine a human being so hard up for something to do as to quarrel with me.

I sit down religiously every morning, I sit down for eight hours every day - and the sitting down is all.

I couldn't have felt more of lonely desolation somehow, had I been robbed of a belief or had missed my destiny in life.

It is when we try to grapple with another man's intimate need that we perceive how incomprehensible, wavering, and misty are the beings that share with us the sight of the stars and the warmth of the sun.