The truth is a precious commodity. That's why I use it so sparingly.

Whose property is my body? Probably mine. I so regard it. If I experiment with it, who must be answerable? I, not the State. If I choose injudiciously, does the state die? Oh, no.

My kind of loyalty was loyalty to one's country, not to its institutions or its officeholders. The country is the real thing, the substantial thing, the eternal thing; it is the thing to watch over, and care for, and be loyal to; institutions are extraneous, they are its mere clothing, and clothing can wear out, become ragged, cease to be comfortable, cease to protect the body from winter, disease, and death.

How empty is theory in the presence of fact!

A discriminating irreverence is the creator and protector of human liberty.

The problem with education is school.

He does not care for flowers. Calls them rubbish, and cannot tell one from another, and thinks it is superior to feel like that.