Self-reliance is its aversion. It loves not realities and creators, but names and customs.

We seldom see anybody who is not uneasy or afraid to live.

The two terrors that discourage creativity and creative living are fear of public opinion and undue reverence for one's own consistency.

A Frenchman may possibly be clean; an Englishman is conscientiously clean.

Nations have lost their old omnipotence; the patriotic tiedoes not hold. Nations are getting obsolete, we go and live where we will.

Nature hates monopolies and exceptions.

We are the prisoners of ideas. They catch us up for moments into their heaven, and so fully engage us, that we take no thought forthe morrow, gaze like children, without an effort to make them our own.