One thing is forever good; That one thing is Success.
The sign and credentials of the poet are that he announces that which no man foretold.
Whatever it is, it’s better in the wind.
Only a biker knows why a dog sticks his head out of a car window.
It is the secret of the world that all things subsist and do not die, but only retire a little from sight and afterward return again.
Cities of mortals woe-begone Fantastic care derides, But in the serious landscape lone Stern benefit abides.
You see, it’s all clear, we were meant to be here from the beginning.
Who is he that shall control me? Why may not I act and speak and write and think with entire freedom? What am I to the universe, or, the unvierse, what is it to me? Who hath forged the chains of wrong and right, of Opinion and Custom? And must I wear them?
Life is wasted in the necessary preparation of finding what is the true way, and we die just as we enter it.
All that can be done for you is nothing to what you can do for yourself.
Is it not better to intimate our astonishment as we pass through this world if it be only for a moment ere we are swallowed up in the yeast of the abyss? I will lift up my hands and say Kosmos.
The end of being is to know; and if you say, the end of knowledge is action,-why, yes, but the end of that action again, is knowledge.
The exercise of all the senses is as intense pleasure, as anyone will find, who recovers the use of one after being deprived of it.
Natural science sharpens the discrimination. There is no false logic in nature. All its properties are permanent: the acids and metals never lie; their yea is yea, their nay, nay. They are newly discovered but not new.
When the vain speaker has sat down, and the people say ‘what a good speech,’ it still takes an ounce to balance an ounce.
I will no longer confer, differ, refer, defer, prefer, or suffer. I renounce the whole tribe of fero. I embrace absolute life.
Why should we grope among the dry bones of the past? The sun shines today also.
What is the end of human life? It is not, believe me, the chief end of man that he should make a fortune and beget children whose end is likewise to make a fortune, but it is, in few words, that he should explore himself.
The world exists, as I understand it, to teach the science of liberty.
To speak truly, few adult persons can see nature. Most persons do not see the sun. At least they have a very superficial seeing. The sun illuminates only the eye of the man, but shines into the eye and heart of the child.