I like hearing myself talk. It is one of my greatest pleasures. I often have long conversations all by myself. Sometimes I am so clever I don't understand a single word of what I am saying.

Well I won't argue about the matter. You always want to argue about things. That is exactly what things were originally made for.

Truth in art is the unity of a thing with itself: the outward rendered expressive of the inward: the soul made incarnate: the body instinct with spirit. For this reason there is no truth comparable to sorrow.

Life has been your art. You have set yourself to music. Your days are your sonnets.

The great events of the world take place in the brain.

I have the kiss of Walt Whitman still on my lips

A thing is not necessarily true because a man dies for it.