The only alternative to sleeping out, hopping freights, and doing what I wanted, I saw in a vision would be to just sit with a hundred other patients in front of a nice television set in a madhouse, where we could be "supervised."

Offer them what they secretly want and they of course immediately become panic-stricken.

...most of the time we were alone and mixing up our souls ever more and ever more till it would be terribly hard to say good-by.

On soft Spring nights I'll stand in the yard under the stars - Something good will come out of all things yet - And it will be golden and eternal just like that - There's no need to say another word.

Houses are full of things that gather dust

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength

Because in the end, you won't remember the time you spent working in the office or mowing your lawn. Climb that goddamn mountain