By Gad,' exclaimed Welsh, 'I’d manage a nunnery for £500!'

'I daresay you would, but a suicidal, and possibly homicidal, lunatic isn’t a nunnery.'

Welsh looked at his friend with diminished respect.

Get thee to a nunnery.

There are those lunatic people who always prophesy the end of the world. I belong to them.

Everyone is loony in some or other way. Rest who are not; belong to mental asylum.

I said to him, "Shall I tell you where the men are who believe most in themselves? For I can tell you. I know of men who believe in themselves more colossally than Napoleon or Caesar. I know where flames the fixed star of certainty and success. I can guide you to the thrones of the Super-men. The men who really believe in themselves are all in lunatic asylums.

The so-called poet with his vague dreams and ideals is indeed no better than a harmless lunatic; the true poet is the worker, who grips life's throat and wrings out its secret, who selects austerely and composes concisely, whose work is as true and clean as razor-steel, albeit its sweep is vaster and swifter than the sun's!