Me imperturbe, standing at ease in nature.

We arrange our lives-even the best and boldest men and women that exist, just as much as the most limited-with reference to what society conventionally rules and makes right.

O joy of suffering! To struggle against great odds! to meet enemies undaunted! To be entirely alone with them! to find how much one can stand! To look strife, torture, prison, popular odium, death, face to face! To mount the scaffold! to advance to the muzzles of guns with perfect nonchalance! To be indeed a God!

I hear and behold God in every object, yet understand God not in the least.

Whoever is not in his coffin and the dark grave, let him know he has enough.

You linger to see his back, and the back of his neck and shoulder-side...The Bending forward and backward of the rowers...

As soon as histories are properly told there is no more need of romances.