However un-Christian this may sound, I am not even predisposed against myself.

Necessity is an interpretation, not a fact.

Perhaps no one as yet has been truthful enough about what "truthfulness" is.

We do not belong to those who only get their thought from books, or at the prompting of books, -- it is our custom to think in the open air, walking, leaping, climbing, or dancing on lonesome mountains by preference, or close to the sea, where even the paths become thoughtful.

Existence really is an imperfect tense that never becomes a present.

Wit is the epitaph of an emotion.

All truly great thoughts are conceived by walking.