To influence a person is to give him one's own soul. He does not think his natural thoughts, or burn with his natural passions. His virtues are not real to him. His sins, if there are such things as sins, are borrowed. He becomes an echo of someone else's music, an actor of a part that has not been written for him.

Any preoccupation with ideas of what is right or wrong in conduct shows an arrested intellectual development.

A man who does not think for himself does not think at all.

A arte é a mais intensa forma de individualismo que o mundo conhece.

I won't tell you that the world matters nothing, or the world's voice, or the voice of society. They matter a good deal. They matter far too much. But there are moments when one has to choose between living one's own life, fully, entirely, completely—or dragging out some false, shallow, degrading existence that the world in its hypocrisy demands. You have that moment now. Choose!

Nothing remains then but the recollection of a pleasure, or the luxury of a regrate.