The greater part of what my neighbors call good I believe in my soul to be bad, and if I repent of anything, it is very likely to be my good behavior. What demon possessed me that I behaved so well? You may say the wisest thing you can, old man, - you who have lived seventy years, not without honor of a kind, - I hear an irresistible voice which invites me away from all that.

There is a slumbering subterranean fire in nature which never goes out, and which no cold can chill.

I ask for, not at once no government, but at once a better government

We loiter in winter while it is already spring.

He who cannot read is worse than deaf and blind, is yet but half alive, is still-born.

I could not help being struck with the foolishness of that institution which treated me as if I were mere flesh and blood and bones, to be locked up.

A taste for the beautiful is most cultivated out of doors