Did St. Francis preach to the birds? Whatever for? If he really liked birds he would have done better to preach to the cats.

Music is part of human life and partakes of the human tragedy. There is much more music in the world than is allowed to change into heard sounds and prove its point.

Were I to go down into the market-place, armed with the powers of witchcraft, and take a peasant by the shoulders and whisper to him, 'In your lifetime, have you known peace?' wait for his answer, shake his shoulders and transform him into his father, and ask him the same question, and transform him in his turn to his father, I would never hear the word 'Yes,' if I carried my questioning of the dead back for a thousand years. I would always hear, 'No, there was fear, there were our enemies without, our rulers within, there was prison, there was torture, there was violent death.

Now different races and nationalities cherish different ideals of society that stink in each other's nostrils with an offensiveness beyond the power of any but the most monstrous private deed.

A great many quite good plays could be performed with rhythmic howls in the place of dialogue and lose almost nothing by the change.

The unsuccessful bully can always become the father of a family.

Life ought to be a struggle of desire toward adventures whose nobility will fertilize the soul.