So the days pass, and I ask myself whether one is not hypnotized, as a child by a silver globe, by life, and whether this is living.

The word-coining genius, as if thought plunged into a sea of words and came up dripping.

The mind which is most capable of receiving impressions is very often the least capable of drawing conclusions.

Venerable are letters, infinitely brave, forlorn, and lost.

She dares me to pour myself out like a living waterfall. She dares me to enter the soul that is more than my own; she extinguishes fear in mere seconds. She lets light come through.

Lock up your libraries if you like; but there is no gate, no lock, no bolt that you can set upon the freedom of my mind.

How many times have people used a pen or paintbrush because they couldn’t pull the trigger?