Is this not the true romantic feeling; not to desire to escape life, but to prevent life from escaping you.

In Sleep we lie all naked and alone, in Sleep we are united at the heart of night and darkness, and we are strange and beautiful asleep; for we are dying the darkness and we know no death.

The old hunger for voyages fed at his heart....To go alone...into strange cities; to meet strange people and to pass again before they could know him; to wander, like his own legend, across the earth--it seemed to him there could be no better thing than that.

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.

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.

Make your mistakes, take your chances, look silly, but keep on going. Don’t freeze up.

Loneliness is and always has been the central and inevitable experience of every man.