I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

Life? Bah! It has no value. Of cheap things it is the cheapest.

I love the flesh. I'm a pagan. “Who are they who speak evil of the clay? The very stars are made of clay like mine!”

Life achieves its summit when it does to the uttermost that which it was equipped to do.

The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was quick and alert in the things of life, but only in the things, and not in the significances.

Life is not always a matter of holding good cards, but sometimes, playing a poor hand well.

Too much is written by the men who can't write about the men who do write.