Self is the only prison that can ever bind the soul.

Some people are so afraid do die that they never begin to live.

Half of the secular unrest and dismal, profane sadness of modern society comes from the vain ideas that every man is bound to be a critic for life.

What we do belongs to what we are; and what we are is what becomes of us.

Jazz: Music invented for the torture of imbeciles.

The meditative angler is not exempt from sensational periods. There are times when all the uncertainty of his chosen pursuit seems to condense itself into one big chance, and stand out before him like a salmon on the top wave of a rapid. He sees his luck hangs by a single strand of gut, and he cannot tell whether it will hold or break. This is the thrilling moment and he never forgets it.

The woods would be quiet if no bird sang but the one that sang best.