You can kill the body, but not the spirit.

Everyone lives by selling something.

This grove, that was now so peaceful, must then have rung with cries, I thought; and even with the thought I could believe I heard it ringing still.

In every part and corner of our life, to lose oneself is to be a gainer; to forget oneself is to be happy.

Am I no a bonny fighter?

To make our morality center on forbidden acts is to defile the imagination and to introduce into our judgments of our fellow men a secret element of gusto.

I travel not to go anywhere, but to go.