“I worked like a horse and I ate like a hog and I slept like a dead man.”

If you do not get what you want, it is a sure sign that you did not seriously want it.

A woman is only a woman, but a good cigar is a smoke.

All good people agree, And all good people say, All nice people, like Us, are We And every one else is They: But if you cross over the sea, Instead of over the way, You may end by (think of it!) looking on We As only a sort of They!

It’s always best to tell the truth.

Of all the liars in the world, sometimes the worst are our own fears.

If you can dream – and not make dreams your master.

There is no sin greater than ignorance.

Never look backwards or you’ll fall down the stairs.

Beware of overconcern for money, or position, or glory. Someday you will meet a man who cares for none of these things. Then you will know how poor you are.

If you can wait, and not be tired by waiting if you can dream, and not make dreams your master; if you can think, and not make thoughts your aim; if you can meet with Triumph and Disaster, and treat those two impostors just the same; yours is the earth and everything that’s in it.

The individual has always had to struggle to keep from being overwhelmed by the tribe. If you try it, you will be lonely often, and sometimes frightened. But no price is too high to pay for the privilege of owning yourself.

Follow the dream, and always the dream, and only the dream.

For the strength of the Pack is the Wolf, and the strength of the Wolf is the Pack.

He travels the fastest who travels alone.

The silliest woman can manage a clever man; but it needs a very clever woman to manage a fool.

Borrow trouble for yourself, if that’s your nature, but don’t lend it to your neighbours.

Nationalism of one kind or another was the cause of most of the genocide of the twentieth century. Flags are bits of colored cloth that governments use first to shrink-wrap people’s minds and then as ceremonial shrouds to bury the dead.

All men die. You may say: ‘Is that encouraging?’ Surely yes, for when a man dies, his blunders, which are of the form, all die with him, but the things in him that are part of the life never die, although the form be broken.

Death cannot touch the higher consciousness of man it can only separate those who love each other so far as their lower vehicles are concerned; the man living on earth, blinded by matter, feels separated from those who have passed onwards, but there is no such thing as Death at all.

We usually say that you cannot become a legend before death. But I am a living legend.

What came for them? Not death. Just the end of living.

Death is but an aspect of life, and the destruction of one material form is but a prelude to building up of another.

Don’t take yourself too seriously. And take yourself as seriously as death itself.

Woe to those who die in mortal sin!