Every Revolution Was First A Thought In

The Sea Is Masculine, The Type Of Active Strength. Look, What Egg-shells Are Drifting All Over It, Each One, Like Ours, Filled With Men In Ecstasies Of Terror, Alternating With Cockney Conceit, As The Sea Is Rough Or Smooth. Is This Sad-colored Circle An Eternal Cemetery?

Nothing Is More Simple Than Greatness; Indeed, To Be Simple Is To Be Great.

My Doom And My Strength Is To Be Solitary.

The Only Person You Are Destined To Become Is The Person You Decide To Be.

The Reverence For The Deeds Of Our Ancestors Is A Treacherous Sentiment. Their Merit Was Not To Reverence The Old, But To Honor The Present Moment; And We Falsely Make Them Excuses Of The Very Habit Which They Hated And Defied.