I do not see why I should e’er turn back, Or those should not set forth upon my track To overtake me, who should miss me here And long to know if still I held them dear. They would not find me changed from him they knew — Only more sure of all I thought was true.

If society fits you comfortably enough, you call it freedom.

A turning point in modern history.

He thought that I was after him for a feather--- The white one in his tail: like one who takes everything said as personal to himself.

The difference between a man and his valet: they both smoke the same cigars, but only one pays for them.

Possessing what we still were unpossessed by, Possessed by what we now no more possessed.

Nature's first green is gold, Her hardest hue to hold. Her early leaf's a flower; But only so an hour. Then leaf subsides to leaf. So Eden sank to grief, So dawn goes down to day. Nothing gold can stay.