And I will show of male and female that either is but the equal of the other.

By writing at the instant, the very heartbeat of life is caught.

A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

I see Hermes, unsuspected, dying, well-beloved, saying to the people, "Do not weep for me, This is not my true country, I have lived banished from my true country - I now go back there, I return to the celestial sphere where every one goes in his turn."

This face is a dog's snout sniffing for garbage, snakes nest in that mouth, I hear the sibilant threat.

I cannot too often repeat that Democracy is a word the real gist of which still sleeps, quite unawakened, notwithstanding the resonance and the many angry tempests out of which its syllables have come, from pen or tongue. It is a great word, whose history, I suppose, remains unwritten because that history has yet to be enacted.

The Americans, like the English, probably make love worse than any other race.