We are lonesome animals. We spend all life trying to be less lonesome.

You're buying years of work, toil in the sun; you're buying a sorrow that can't talk.

This I would fight for: the freedom of the mind to take any direction it wishes, undirected.

Somewhere in the world there is a defeat for everyone. Some are destroyed by defeat, and some made small and mean by victory. Greatness lives in one who triumphs equally over defeat and victory.

And now the forces marshaled around the concept of the group have declared a war of extermination on that preciousness, the mind of man.

They successfully combined piracy and puritanism, which aren't so unlike when you come right down to it. Both had a strong dislike for opposition and both had a roving eye for other people's property.

An answer is invariably the parent of a whole family of new questions.