It's a luxury to be understood.

The hero sees that the event is ancillary: it must follow him.

The Roman rule was, to teach a boy nothing that he could not learn standing. The old English rule was, "All summer in the field, and all winter in the study." And it seems as if a man should learn to plant, or to fish, or to hunt, that he might secure his subsistence at all events, and not be painful to his friends and fellow men.

The mass of men worry themselves into nameless graves while here and there a great unselfish soul forgets himself into immortality.

Everything is made of one hidden stuff.

But what is classification but the perceiving that these objects are not chaotic, and are not foreign, but have a law which is also the law of the human mind?

It is easy to live for others, everybody does. I call on you to live for yourself.