A simple separate person is not contained between his hat and his boots.

To drive free, to love free, to court destruction with taunts, to feed the remainder of life with one hour of fullness and freedom - one brief hour of madness and joy.

And as to you Death, and you bitter hug of mortality, it is idle to try to alarm me.

All music is what awakes from you when you are reminded by the instruments. It is not the violins and the cornets-it is not the oboe nor the beating drums, nor the score of the baritone singer singing his sweet romanza-nor that of the women's chorus; it is nearer and farther than they.

I think I could turn and live with animals, they are so placid and self-contained, I stand and look at them long and long.

Thought Of equality- as if it harm'd me, giving others the same chances and rights as myself- as if it were not indispensable to my own rights that others possess the same.

I love doctors and hate their medicine.