Nothing lasts except beauty-and I shall create that.

The awful thing about most people is their caution-the crawling, abject bird-in-a-hand theory.

What will remain of a civilization that reverences a man above all the poets because he can make a cheap automobile at $500 each?

If such people ask news of me,-be silent, or say that I am dead. Let me be dead to them as they are dead to me.

He was like a man who stands upon a hill above the town he has left, yet does not say "The town is near," but turns his eyes upon the distant soaring ranges.

Almost, I am tempted to say, I will believe in God, yes, in spite of the church and the ministers.

I shall manage to eat somewhere and get full- even if at a restaurant-but, God knows, I am still young enough to have a horror of Christmas by myself.

The provincial, the middle-class, the bourgeois, are to be found everywhere; they are necessary, i suppose-only, when you differ from their own narrow molds, they may try to crucify you.

I have come to know that the miracle rarely happens in human affairs; Lazarus is uncured and bleeds from his sores.

I've made a long voyage and been to a strange country, and I've seen the dark man very close; and I don't think I was too much afraid of him, but so much of mortality still clings to me-I wanted most desperately to live and still do.