Your prudence, my wise friend, allows too little room for the mysterious whisperings of life.

I am 'too fiery' : yet I wish to be seen as I am, and would lose all rather than soften away anything.

You are intellect, I am life!

I now know all the people worth knowing in America, and I find no intellect comparable to my own.

On an on we will hike, And I know we'll hike far and face up to our problems whatever they are. We'll get mixed up of course, as we already know. We'll get mix…

That God of the clergymen, He is for me as dead as a doornail. But am I an atheist for all that? The clergymen consider me as such - be it so; but I love, and …

These purblind Doomsters had as readily strown Blisses about my pilgrimage as pain.