We teach people how to remember, we never teach them how to grow.

The intellect is not a serious thing, and never has been. It is an instrument on which one plays, that is all.

Society, as we have constituted it, will have no place for me, has none to offer; but Nature, whose sweet rains fall on unjust and just alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undisturbed. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleance me in the great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.

Most people die of a sort of creeping common sense, and discover when it is too late that the only things one never regrets are one's mistakes.

As for begging, it is safer to beg than to take, but it is finer to take than to beg

I hope you have not been leading a double life, pretending to be wicked and being good all the time. That would be hypocrisy.

The imagination imitates. It is the critical spirit that creates.