A man--be the heavens ever praised!--is sufficient for himself.
Not what you possess but what you do with what you have, determines your true worth.
No mortal has a right to wag his tongue, much less to wag his pen, without saying something.
The scandalous bronze-lacquer age of hungry animalisms, spiritual impotences, and mendacities, will have to run its course, till the pit follow it.
I had a lifelong quarrel with God, but in the end we made up.
There needs not a great soul to make a hero; there needs a god-created soul which will be true to its origin; that will be a great soul!