The supreme object of life is to live. Few people live. It is true life only to realize one's own perfection, to make one's every dream a reality.

Mothers, of course, are all right. They pay a chap's bills and don't bother him. But fathers bother a chap and never pay his bills.

Sin is a thing that writes itself across a man's face. It cannot be concealed.

Youth is the only thing worth having.

Don't imagine that your perfection lies in accumulating or possessing external things. Your affection is inside of you.

It's not hard to get the ideas when they come. They just come... it's painful waiting for them.

I quite agree with Dr. Nordau's assertion that all men of genius are insane, but Dr. Nordau forgets that all sane people are idiots.