We know life is futile. A man who considers that his life is of very wonderful importance is awfully close to a padded cell.

Physical deformity, calls forth our charity. But the infinite misfortune of moral deformity calls forth nothing but hatred and vengeance.

Liberty is the most jealous and exacting mistress that can beguile the brain and soul of man. She will have nothing from him who will not give her all. She knows that his pretended love serves but to betray. But when once the fierce heat of her quenchless, lustrous eyes have burned into the victim's heart, he will know no other smile but hers.

Life is a never-ending school, and the really important lessons all tend to teach man his proper relation to the environment where he must live.

In order to have enough freedom, it is necessary to have too much.

Everyone is the heir to all that has gone before; his structure and emotional life is fixed, and no two children of nature have the same heredity. I believe everyone should and must live out what is in him. So no two lives can be the same.

We know life is futile. A man who considers that his life is of very wonderful importance is awfully close to a padded cell.