"I only remember one part of the service," he said, "and that is 'And…

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!”

Judge them by their works. What have they done for mankind beyond the spinning of airy fancies and the mistaking of their own shadows for gods?

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

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.