Shakespeare, I come!

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence.

If you have that unconquerable urge to write, nothing will stop you from writing.

Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire.

Our civilization is still in a middle stage, scarcely beast, in that it is no longer wholly guided by instinct; scarcely human, in that it is not yet wholly guided by reason.

All forms of dogmatic religion should go. The world did without them in the past and can do so again.

Nature, machine-like, works definitely and heartlessly, if in the main beautifully. Hence, if we, as individuals, do not make this dream of a god or what he stands for us real in our thoughts and deeds, then he is not real or true.