One more touch of the bow, smell of the virginal Green - one more, and my bosom Feels new life with an ecstasy.

If you want a person's faults, go to those who love him. They will not tell you, but they know.

Jealousy is the most radical primeval and naked form of admiration in war paint, so to speak.

The world has no room for cowards.

To miss the joy is to miss everything.

To make our morality center on forbidden acts is to defile the imagination and to introduce into our judgments of our fellow men a secret element of gusto.

It is a great thing if you can persuade people that they are somehow or other partakers in a mystery. It makes them feel bigger.