“All empty souls tend toward extreme opinions.”

“...nothing in them but tittering jeering emptiness.”

“I am still of [the] opinion that only two topics can be of the least interest to a serious and studious mood--sex and the dead.”

“And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,Slouches toward Bethlehem to be born?”

“It takes more courage to examine the dark corners of your own soul than it does for a soldier to fight on a battlefield”

“Literature is, to my mind, the great teaching power of the world, the ultimate creator of all values, and it is this, not only in the sacred books whose power everybody acknowledges, but by every movement of imagination in song or story or drama that height of intensity and sincerity has made literature at all. Literature must take the responsibility of its power, and keep all its freedom: it must be like the spirit and like the wind that blows where it listeth; it must claim its right to pierce through every crevice of human nature, and to descrive the relation of the soul and the heart to the facts of life and of law, and to describe that relation as it is, not as we would have it be...”

“I saw nothing and heard nothing; near dead I am with a fright I got and with the hardship of the goal.Once men fought with their desires and their fears, with all that they call their sins, unhelped, and their souls became hard and strong. When we have brought back the clean earth and destroyed the law and the church, all life will become like a flame of fire, like a burning eye... Oh, how to find words, for it all... all that is not life will pass away!No man can be alive, and what is paradise but fullness of life, if whatever he sets his hand to in the daylight cannot carry him from exaltation to exaltation, and if he does not rise into the frenzy of contemplation in the night silence. Events that are not begotten in joy are misbegotten and darken the world, and nothing is begotten in joy if the joy of a thousand years has not been crushed into a moment.The soul of man is of the imperishable substance of the stars!The day you go to heaven that you may never come back again alive out of it! But it is not yourself will never hear the saints hammering at their music! It is you will be moving through the ages chains upon you, and you in the form of a dog or a monster! I tell you, that one will go through purgatory as quick as lightning through a thorn bush.It is very queer the world itself is, whatever shape was put upon it at the first!”