You are told a lot about your education, but some beautiful, sacred memory, preserved since childhood, is perhaps the best education of all.

You’re a gentleman,” they used to say to him. “You shouldn’t have gone murdering people with a hatchet; that’s no occupation for a gentleman.

Life had stepped into the place of theory.

That's always the way with fanatics; they cross themselves at the tavern and throw stones at the temple.

For broad understanding and deep feeling, you need pain and suffering.

For, after all, you do grow up, you do outgrow your ideals, which turn to dust and ashes, which are shattered into fragments; and if you have no other life, you just have to build one up out of these fragments.

Know that I've forgotten precisely nothing; but I've driven it all out of my head for a time, even the memories--until I've radically improved my circumstances. Then...then you'll see, I'll rise from the dead!