It must be wonderful to be born unfettered." "I don't know about wonderful; it's a profoundly interesting condition.
You get that blending of egoism and originality--daring and scepticism--that may produce the artist or may produce the criminal." "But you believe that the creature of temperament--of egoism and originality--may spring up in a lawful atmosphere as well as in a lawless one ?" The question came softly.

Max had ceased to look about him, ceased to observe the streets that grew more crowded, more brightly lighted as they made their downward way.
Blake smiled.

"The tares among the wheat, eh ?" "Yes." "Oh, of course I admit the tares among the wheat; but such growths are mostly unsatisfactory.

Forced fruit is never precisely the same as wild fruit." "Why not ?" "Because, my boy, there is a self-consciousness about all forced things, and the hallmark of the Bohemian is an absolute ingenuousness." "But to return to your example.

Suppose the tare among the wheat had always recognized itself--had always craved to be a tare with other tares--until at length its roots spread and spread and passed beyond the boundary of the wheat-field! Why should it not flourish and lift its head among the weeds ?" "Because, boy, it would have its traditions.