I hate the prostitution of the name of friendship to signify modish and worldly alliances.

Culture opens the sense of beauty.

It behooves us to be careful what we worship, for what we are worshipping we are becoming.

So each man, like each plant, has his parasites. A strong, astringent, bilious nature has more truculent enemies than the slugs and moths that fret my leaves. Such a one has curculios, borers, knife-worms; a swindler ate him first, then a client, then a quack, then smooth, plausible gentlemen, bitter and selfish as Moloch.

Nothing is dead: men feign themselves dead, and endure mock funerals and mournful obituaries, and there they stand looking out ofthe window, sound and well, in some new and strange disguise.

Build therefore your own world.

The multitude of the sick shall not make us deny the existence of health.