You Want To Be A Hero. That

The Artist Is The Compass Which, Through The Raging Of The Storm, Points Steadily To The North.

The Friend Who Understands You, Creates You.

The Greatest Book Is Not The One Whose Message Engraves Itself On The Brain, As A Telegraphic Message Engraves Itself On The Ticker-tape, But The One Whose Vital Impact Opens Up Other Viewpoints, And From Writer To Reader Spreads The Fire That Is Fed By The Various Essences, Until It Becomes A Vast Conflagration Leaping From Forest To Forest.

All These Young Millionaires Were Anarchists, Of Course: When A Man Possesses Everything It Is The Supreme Luxury For Him To Deny Society: For In That Way He Can Evade His Responsibilities

You Are A Vain Fellow. You Want To Be A Hero. That Is Why You Do Such Silly Things. A Hero!... I Don't Quite Know What That Is: But, You See, I Imagine That A Hero Is A Man Who Does What He Can. The Others Do Not Do It.