You must pay for conformity. All goes well as long as you run with conformists. But you, who are honest men in other particulars, know that there is alive somewhere a man whose honesty reaches to this point also, that he shall not kneel to false gods, and, on the day when you meet him, you sink into the class of counterfeits.

Whence, then, this worship of the past? The centuries are conspirators against the sanity and authority of the soul.

What is it men love in Genius, but its infinite hope, which degrades all it has done? Genius counts all its miracles poor and short. Its own idea it never executed.

The State must follow, and not lead, the character and progress of the citizen.

You must hear the birds song without attempting to render it into nouns and verbs.

We lie in the lap of immense intelligence.

Of all the ways to lose a person, death is the kindest