I see my trees repair their boughs.

Give me truths for I am weary of the surfaces.

Men have looked away from themselves and at things so long that they have come to esteem the religious, learned and civil institutions as guards of property, and they deprecate assaults on these, because they feel them to be assaults on property. They measure their esteem of each other by what each has, and not by what each is.

Evermore in the world is this marvelous balance of beauty and disgust, magnificence and rats.

There is always room for a person of force and they make room for many.

Do what you know and perception is converted into character.

He in whom the love of repose predominates will accept the first creed, the first philosophy, the first political party he meets — most likely his father's. He gets rest, commodity, and reputation; but he shuts the door of truth.