All say, ‘how hard it is that we have to die’ -- a strange complaint to come from the mouths of those who have had to live.

If to be interesting is to be uncommonplace, it is becoming a question, with me, if there are any commonplace people

Now what I contend is that my body is my own, at least I have always so regarded it. If I do harm through my experimenting with it, it is I who suffer, not the state.

His ignorance covers the world like a blanket, and there's scarcely a hole in it anywhere.

It is a worthy thing to fight for one's freedom; it is another sight finer to fight for another man's.

They say that you can't live by bread alone, but I can live on compliments.

The more you join with people in their joys and their sorrows, the more nearer and dearer they come to be to you.