“The main point of enlightenment is man’s release from his self-caused immaturity, primarily in matters of religion.”

The death of dogma is the birth of morality.

The outcome of an act commonly influences our judgment about its rightness, even though the former was uncertain, while the latter is certain.

Art is purposiveness without purpose.

He who would know the world must first manufacture it.

We are not rich by what we possess but by what we can do without.

It is impossible to conceive anything at all in the world, or even out of it, which can be taken as good without qualification, except a good will.

I had to deny knowledge in order to make room for faith.

If God should really speak to man, man could still never know that it was God speaking.

How things may be in themselves, without regard to the representations through which they affect us, is utterly beyond the sphere of our cognition.

Dare to think!

But although all our knowledge begins with experience, it does not follow that it arises from experience.

The reading of all good books is like a conversation with the finest minds of past centuries.

Look closely. The beautiful may be small.

In every department of physical science there is only so much science, properly so-called, as there is mathematics.

Nothing can possibly be conceived in the world, or even out of it, which can be called good, without qualification, except a good will.

Better the whole people perish than that injustice be done.

Don’t you get it? I’d live and die for you. You have my heart locked in prison. And yet you are my greatest source of freedom.

Broken wings may be grounded now, but they will taste freedom again.

I am tired of being tired. So I free the mind.

Run free little soul. You were never meant to be constrained.

I’m feeling the call of the feminine, the blessings of the moon falling on me, the chants of mother earth gettin’ me free.

I’ve said it a million times before and I’ll say it a million more I’d hate to be just like you all the damage you have done I’ve tried to undo I plan to set myself free from the branches of my family tree.

I believe the ashes of my past life were stepping stones to becoming free.

Living in a constant paradox, begging to be held and released by gravity, to be grounded and free. But my feet pressed against the earth yearn for the clouds above my fingertips adrift whispering I don’t want to be at the mercy of gravity.