Crime and punishment grow out of one stem. Punishment is a fruit that unsuspected ripens within the flower of the pleasure which concealed it.

To have played and laughed with enthusiasm, and sung with exultation - this to to have succeeded.

The vocabulary of an omniscient man would embrace words and images excluded from polite conversation. What would be base, or even obscene, to the obscene, becomes illustrious, spoken in a new connexion of thought.

A walk in the woods is only an exalted dream.

Freedom is not the right to live as we please, but the right to find how we ought to live in order to fulfill our potential.

The sea is masculine, the type of active strength. Look, what egg-shells are drifting all over it, each one, like ours, filled with men in ecstasies of terror, alternating with cockney conceit, as the sea is rough or smooth. Is this sad-colored circle an eternal cemetery?

The April winds are magical, And thrill our tuneful frames; The garden-walks are passional To bachelors and dames.