Everything is music for the born musician.

It is not peace that I seek, but life.

For a year I have been rich in enemies. Let me say this to them: they can hate me, but they will not teach me to hate. I have no concern with them. My business is to say what I believe to be fair and humane. Whether this pleases or irritates is not my business. I know that words once uttered make their way of themselves. Hopefully I sow them in the bloody soil. The harvest will come.

All these young millionaires were anarchists, of course: when a man possesses everything it is the supreme luxury for him to deny society: for in that way he can evade his responsibilities.

One makes mistakes; that is life. But it is never a mistake to have loved.

Every man who is truly a man must learn to be alone in the midst of all others, and if need be against all others.

Stones are hard everywhere.

I know at last what distinguishes man from animals; financial worries.