Wit is often a mask. If you tear it you will find either genius irritated or cleverness juggling.

The thirst of soul is sweeter than the wine of material things, and the fear of spirit is dearer than the security of the body.

Where is the justice of political power if it executes the murderer and jails the plunderer, and then itself marches upon neighboring lands, killing thousands and pillaging the very hills?

To know the pain of too much tenderness

The strong grows in solitude where the weak withers away.

They have exiled me now from their society and I am pleased, because humanity does not exile except the one whose noble spirit rebels against despotism and oppression. He who does not prefer exile to slavery is not free by any measure of freedom

A traveller I am, and a navigator, and everyday I discover a new region within my soul.