There is properly no history, only biography.

As long as civilization is essentially one of property, of fences, of exclusiveness, it will be mocked by delusions. Our riches will leave us sick; there will be bitterness in our laughter, and our wine will burn our mouth. Only that good profits which we can taste with all doors open, and which serves all men.

Come out of the azure. Love the day. Do not leave the sky out of your landscape.

Intellect annuls fate. So far as a man thinks he is free.

Is not, indeed, every man a student, and do not all things exist for the student's behoof?

A man is the facade of a temple wherein all wisdom and all good abide.

I think all men know better than they do; know that the institutions we so volubly commend are go-carts and baubles; but they darenot trust their presentiments.