The Same, the Same: friend and foe are of one stuff; the ploughman, the plough, and the furrow, are of one stuff; and the stuff is such, and so much, that the variations of form are unimportant.

Society has no bribe for me.

And truly it demands something godlike in him who cast off the common motives of humanity and ventured to trust himself for a taskmaster.

The foundations of a person are not in matter but in spirit.

The eyes indicate the antiquity of the soul.

...most men have bound their eyes with one or another handkerchief, and attached themselves to some one of these communities of opinion. This conformity makes them not false in a few particulars, authors of a few lies, but false in all particulars. Their every truth is not quite true. Their two is not the real two, their four not the real four; so that every word they say chagrins us, and we know not where to begin to set them right.

Life is a boundless privilege, and when you pay for your ticket, and get into the car, you have no guess what good company you shall find there.