Other animals ran only when they had a reason, but the horse would run for no reason whatever, as if to run out of his own skin

The best kind of wealth is to give up inordinate desires.

The real frienship is like fluorescence, it shines better when everything has darken.

That I exist is a perpetual surprise which is life.

Things in which we do not take joy are either a burden upon our minds to be got rid of at any cost; or they are useful, and therefore in temporary and partial relation to us, becoming burdensome when their utility is lost; or they are like wandering vagabonds, loitering for a moment on the outskirts of our recognition, and then passing on. A thing is only completely our own when it is a thing of joy to us.

The tyrant claims freedom to kill freedom, and yet keep it for himself.

Somewhere in the arrangement of this world there seems to be a great concern about giving us delight, which shows that, in the universe, over and above the meaning of matter and forces, there is a message conveyed through the magic touch of personality. ... Is it merely because the rose is round and pink that it gives me more satisfaction than the gold which could buy me the necessities of life, or any number of slaves. ... Somehow we feel that through a rose the language of love reached our hearts.