āMy genius is in my nostrils.ā
āAll truths are bloody truths to me.ā
āThere are no facts, only interpretations.ā
āWhen somebody dies we usually need reasons for consolation, not so much to alleviate our pain as to excuse ourselves for so readily feeling consoled.ā
āBut thus do I counsel you, my friends: distrust all in whom the impulse to punish is powerful! Distrust all those who talk much of their justice!ā
āIn a seriously intended intellectual emancipation a person's mute passions and cravings also hope to find their advantage.ā
āNever mind the ridicule, never mind the defeat: up again, old heart!-it seems to say,-there is victory yet for all justice; and the true romance which the world exists to realize, will be the transformation of genius into practical power.ā
āLuckily for us, now that steam has narrowed the Atlantic to a strait, the nervous, rocky West is intruding a new and continental element into the national mind, as we shall yet have an American genius.ā
āGenius Borrows nobly.ā