Where there is no vision a people perish.

Every man is an infinitely repelling orb, and holds his individual being on that condition.

The walking of Man is falling forwards.

Whoso would be a man must be a nonconformist.

There is nothing we value and hunt and cultivate and strive to draw to us, but in some hour we turn and rend it.

Dreams have a poetic integrity and truth. This limbo and dust-hole of thought is presided over by a certain reason, too.

Let the river roll which way it will, cities will rise on its banks.