Strange, (is it not?) that battles, martyrs, blood, even assassination should so condense - perhaps only really lastingly condense - a Nationality.

Great is the faith of the flush of knowledge and of the investigation of the depths of qualities and things.

A writer can do nothing for men more necessary, satisfying, than just simply to reveal to them the infinite possibility of their own souls.

Give me juicy autumnal fruit, ripe and red from the orchard.

Our leading men are not of much account and never have been, but the average of the people is immense, beyond all history. Sometimes I think in all departments, literature and art included, that will be the way our superiority will exhibit itself. We will not have great individuals or great leaders, but a great average bulk, unprecedentedly great.

Happiness, not in another place but this place...not for another hour, but this hour.

A woman waits for me, she contains all, nothing lacking.