New York is a sucked orange.

Allow yourself to trust joy and embrace it. You will find you dance with everything.

What is it men love in Genius, but its infinite hope, which degrades all it has done? Genius counts all its miracles poor and short. Its own idea it never executed.

How shall a man escape from his ancestors, or draw off from his veins the black drop which he drew from his father's or mother's life?

Do you love me? Means at last do you see the same truth I see? If you do, we are happy together; but when presently one of us passes into the perception of a new truth, we are divorced and the force of all nature cannot hold us to each other.

Intellectual tasting of life will not supersede muscular activity.

The next best thing to saying a good thing yourself is to quote one.