Nations it may be have fashioned their Governments, but the Governments have paid them back in the same coin.

Each blade of grass has its spot on earth whence it draws its life, its strength; and so is man rooted to the land from which he draws his faith together with his life.

He has to live in the midst of the incomprehensible, which is detestable. And it has a fascination, too, which goes to work upon him. The fascination of the abomination--you know.

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 humblest craft that floats makes its appeal to a seaman by the faithfulness of her life.

A man's real life is that accorded to him in the thoughts of other men by reason of respect or natural love.

I have a voice, too, and for good or evil mine is the speech that cannot be silenced