The great home of the soul is the open road.

Men are freest when they are most unconscious of freedom. The shout is a rattling of chains, always was.

All vital truth contains the memory of all that for which it is not true.

Money is our madness, our vast collective madness.

That was the birth of sin. Not doing it, but KNOWING about it. Before the apple, [Adam and Eve] had shut their eyes and their minds had gone dark. Now, they peeped and pried and imagined. They watched themselves.

[U]nless a woman is held, by man, safe within the bounds of belief, she becomes inevitably a destructive force.

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me! A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.