The sky was pure opal now.

What is termed Sin is an essential element of progress. Without it the world would stagnate, or grow old, or become colorless. By its curiosity Sin increases the experience of the race. Through its intensified assertion of individualism it saves us from monotony of type. In its rejection of the current notions about morality, it is one with the higher ethics.

We are the zanies of sorrow. We are clowns whose hearts are broken.

The only excuse for making a useless thing is that one admires it intensely. All art is quite useless.

It is only shallow people who require years to get rid of an emotion. A man who is master of himself can end a sorrow as easily as he can invent a pleasure. I don't want to be at the mercy of my emotions. I want to use them, to enjoy them, and to dominate them.

It is not the prisoners who need reformation, it is the prisons.

One of the many lessons that one learns in prison is, that things are what they are and will be what they will be.