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

Woe to the man whose heart has not learned while young to hope, to love - and to put its trust in life.

Madness alone is truly terrifying, inasmuch as you cannot placate it by threats, persuasion, or bribes.

The dreams of men, the seed of commonwealth, the germs of empires.

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

His very existence was improbable, inexplicable, and altogether bewildering. He was an insoluble problem. It was inconceivable how he had existed, how he had succeeded in getting so far, how he had managed to remain -- why he did not instantly disappear.

Who knows what true loneliness is - not the conventional word but the naked terror? To the lonely themselves it wears a mask. The most miserable outcast hugs some memory or some illusion.