But his soul was mad. Being alone in the wilderness, it had looked within itself and, by heavens I tell you, it had gone mad.

Criticism, that fine flower of personal expression in the garden of letters.

The scrupulous and the just, the noble, humane, and devoted natures; the unselfish and the intelligent may begin a movement - but it passes away from them. They are not the leaders of a revolution. They are its victims.

Facing it, always facing it, that's the way to get through. Face it.

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

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.

I always went my own road and on my own legs where I had a mind to go