The worst vice of the fanatic is his sincerity.

A publisher is simply a useful middle-man.

If one were to live his life fully and completely were to give form to every feeling, expression to every thought, reality to every dream.

As for omens, there is no such thing as an omen. Destiny does not send us heralds. She is too wise or too cruel for that.

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 become lovers when we see Romeo and Juliet, and Hamlet makes us students. The blood of Duncan is upon our hands, with Timon werage against the world, and when Lear wanders out upon the heath the terror of madness touches us. Ours is the white sinlessness of Desdemona, and ours, also, the sin of Iago.

Ordinary riches can be stolen; real riches cannot. In your soul are infinitely precious things that cannot be taken from you.