Complacencies of the peignoir, and late Coffee and oranges in a sunny chair. And the green freedom of a cockatoo Upon a rug mingle to dissipate The holy hush of ancient sacrifice

Perhaps it is of more value to infuriate philosophers than to go along with them.

How has the human spirit ever survived the terrific literature with which it has had to contend?

Just as my fingers on these keys make music, so the self-same sounds on my spirit make a music too.

I am one of you and being one of you is being and knowing what I am and know. Yet I am the necessary Angel of earth, since, in my sight, you see the earth again.

Civilization must be destroyed. The hairy saints of the North have earned this crumb by their complaints.

In European thought in general, as contrasted with American, vigor, life and originality have a kind of easy, professional utterance. American -- on the other hand, is expressed in an eager amateurish way. A European gives a sense of scope, of survey, of consideration. An American is strained, sensational. One is artistic gold; the other is bullion.