“There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.”

I had three chairs in my house; one for solitude, two for friendship, three for society.

I have an immense appetite for solitude, like an infant for sleep, and if I don’t get enough for this year, I shall cry all the next.

When I hear music, I fear no danger. I am invulnerable. I see no foe. I am related to the earliest times, and to the latest.

It is never too late to give up your prejudices.

I have, as it were, my own sun and moon and stars, and a little world all to myself.

As you simplify your life, the laws of the universe will be simpler; solitude will not be solitude, poverty will not be poverty, nor weakness weakness.

Be resolutely and faithfully what you are; be humbly what you aspire to be.

The question is not what you look at, but what you see.”

A truly good book teaches me better than to read it.

I say, beware of all enterprises that require new clothes, and not rather a new wearer of clothes.

The universe is wider than our views of it.

If we will be quiet and ready enough, we shall find compensation in every disappointment.

All good things are wild and free.

Things do not change; we change.

Life in us is like the water in a river.

What does education often do? It makes a straight-cut ditch of a free, meandering brook.

I often lay on that bench looking up into the tree, past the trunk and up into the branches. It was particularly fine at night with the stars above the tree.

My last name is originally Irish. I’m not exactly sure whereabouts it’s from, but I’ve got family branches that were traced back there.

To scenes by memory’s silver chain Close-linked, and ever yet apart, That like the vine, whose tendrils young Around some fostering branch have clung, Grown with its growth, as tho’ it sprung From one united heart.

I am like a tree in a forest. Birds come to the tree, they sit on its branches and eat its fruits.

Now I remember every time I was with Shouji I felt better. You hugged me secretly with your heart, didn’t you? Now I want you to embrace me with all that warmth, with all your strength.

I am a particle physicist, which is the nearest branch to nuclear physics. So in that sense I was the sort of right connection with the subject of nuclear energy and so on.

What I did not yet know so intensely was the hatred of the white American for the black, a hatred so deep that I wonder if every white man in this country, when he plants a tree, doesn’t see Negroes hanging from its branches.

It appears, then, that ethics, as a branch of knowledge, is nothing more than a department of psychologyand sociology.