There are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely-or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands.

Each little thing that we do passes into the great machine of life which may grind our virtues to powder and make them worthless, or transform our sins into elements of a new civilization, more marvelous and more splendid than any that has gone before.

The universe is God. I am God so that means I am the universe.

On an occasion of this kind it becomes more than a moral duty to speak one's mind. It becomes a pleasure.

Consistency is the hallmark of the unimaginative.

What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colourless.

The very essence of romance is uncertainty.