All forms of dogmatic religion should go. The world did without them in the past and can do so again..

And then he sank back and tried, as usual, not to think. He must succeed. That's what the world was made for. That's what he was made for. That was w….

We are to have no pictures which the puritan and the narrow, animated by an obsolete dogma, cannot approve of. We are to have no theaters no motion ….

The thing that impressed me then as now about New York… was the sharp, and at the same time immense, contrast it showed between the dull and the shre….

Nothing is proved, all is permitted..

If I were personally to define religion, I would say that it is a bandage that man has invented to protect a soul made bloody by circustance..

In order to have wisdom we must have ignorance..

The true meaning of money yet remains to be popularly explained and comprehended..

The most futile thing in this world is any attempt, perhaps, at exact definition of character. All individuals are a bundle of contradictions - none ….

Let no one underestimate the need of pity. We live in a stony universe whose hard, brilliant forces rage fiercely..

Life is made for the strong. There is no mercy in it for the weak– none...Such is the tragedy of desire..

How true it is that words are but the vague shadows of the volumes we mean..

Love is the only thing you can really give in all this world. When you give love, you give everything..

Life is a God-damned, stinking, treacherous game and nine hundred and ninety-nine men out of a thousand are bastards..

If you have that unconquerable urge to write, nothing will stop you from writing..

Assure a man that he has a soul and then frighten him with old wives' tales as to what is to become of him afterward, and you have hooked a fish, a m….

To the untraveled, territory other than their own familiar heath is invariably fascinating. Next to love it is the one thing that solaces and delight….

I believe in the compelling power of love. I do not understand it. I believe it to be the most fragrant blossom of all this thorny existence..

Art is the stored honey of the human soul, gathered on wings of misery and travail..

Depend on it, that from every condition of distress or evil there is a great reaction, and the greater the evil or distress, the greater the reaction….

If we are to extract any joy out of our span, we must think and plan and make things better not only for ourselves but for others, since joy for ours….