You have reached the pinnacle of success as soon as you become uninterested in money, compliments, or publicity.

I don't know yet what I am capable of doing, but, by God, I have genius -- I know it too well to blush behind it.

Only the dead know Brooklyn.

A young man is so strong, so mad, so certain, and so lost. He has everything and he is able to use nothing.

All things on earth point home in old October; sailors to sea, travellers to walls and fences, hunters to field and hollow and the long voice of the hounds, the lover to the love he has forsaken.

Toil on, son, and do not lose heart or hope. Let nothing you dismay. You are not utterly forsaken. I, too, am here--here in the darkness waiting, here attentive, here approving of your labor and your dream.

Culture is the arts elevated to a set of beliefs.