And what's romance? Usually, a nice little tale where you have everything As You Like It, where rain never wets your jacket and gnats never bite your nose and it's always daisy- ...

Be still when you have nothing to say; when genuine passion moves you, say what you've got to say, and say it hot.

But the effort, the effort! And as the marrow is eaten out of a man's bones and the soul out of his belly, contending with the strange rapacity of savage life, the lower stage o ...

But then peace, peace! I am so mistrustful of it: so much afraid that it means a sort of weakness and giving in.

Every man has a mob self and an individual self, in varying proportions.

For whereas the mind works in possibilities, the intuitions work in actualities, and what you intuitively desire, that is possible to you. Whereas what you mentally or "consciou ...

How beautiful maleness is, if it finds its right expression.

I never saw a wild thing sorry for itself. A bird will fall frozen dead from a bough without ever having felt sorry for itself.

It is a fine thing to establish one's own religion in one's heart, not to be dependent on tradition and second-hand ideals. Life will seem to you, later, not a lesser, but a gre ...

My God, these folks don't know how to love that's why they love so easily.