He does not lose anything, for with the loss of himself he loses the…

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

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.

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?

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

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.