Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.

The art of art... is simplicity.

I pass death with the dying and birth with the new-wash'd babe, and am not contained between my hat and my boots.

This hour I tell things in confidence/ I might not tell everybody, but I will tell you.

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.

There will soon be no more priests... They may wait awhile, perhaps a generation or two, dropping off by degrees. A superior breed shall take their place. A new order shall arise and they shall be the priests of man, and every man shall be his own priest.

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