The trouble with him was that he was without imagination. He was…

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.

I would rather be ashes than dust! I would rather that my spark should burn out in a brilliant blaze than it should be stifled by dry-rot. I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent …