“No; I did not hate him. The word is too weak. There is no word in the language strong enough to describe my feelings. I can say only that I knew the gnawing of a desire for vengeance on him that was a pain in itself and that exceeded all the bounds of language.”

Everything is good as long as it is unpossessed. Satiety and possession are Death’s horses they run in span.

The scab is a traitor to his God, his mother, and his class.

There is an ecstasy that marks the summit of life, and beyond which life cannot rise. And such is the paradox of living, this ecstasy comes when one is most alive, and it comes as a complete forgetfulness that one is alive.

But I am I. And I won’t subordinate my taste to the unanimous judgment of mankind

A man with a club is a law-maker.

Not all the monsters have fangs.

Some sorts of truth are truer than others.

It’s better to stand by someone’s side than by yourself

To be able to forget means sanity.

I would rather be a superb meteor, every atom of me in magnificent glow, than a sleepy and permanent planet.

It is so much easier to live placidly and complacently. Of course, to live placidly and complacently is not to live at all.

He was a silent fury who no torment could tame.

I do not live for what the world thinks of me, but for what I think of myself.

As one grows weaker one is less susceptible to suffering. There is less hurt because there is less to hurt.

Too much is written by the men who can’t write about the men who do write.

A good joke will sell quicker than a good poem, and, measured in sweat and blood, will bring better remuneration.