“Vain are the thousand creeds That move men’s hearts, unutterably vain; Worthless as withered weeds, Or idlest froth amid the boundless main.”

No coward soul is mine.

But you might as well bid a man struggling in the water, rest within arm’s length of the shore! I must reach it first, and then I’ll rest.

How strange! I thought, though everybody hated and despised each other, they could not avoid loving me.

If all else perished, and he remained, I should still continue to be; and if all else remained, and he were annihilated, the universe would turn to a mighty stranger.

The winter wind is loud and wild, Come close to me, my darling child; Forsake thy books, and mate less play; And, while the night is gathering grey, We’ll talk its pensive hours away.

I never told my love vocally still.

You’re hard to please: so many friends and so few cares, and can’t make yourself content.

It is for God to punish wicked people; we should learn to forgive.

I’ll be as dirty as I please, and I like to be dirty, and I will be dirty!

What kind of living will it be when you – Oh, God! Would you like to live with your soul in the grave?

Though earth and man were gone, And suns and universes ceased to be, And Thou wert left alone, Every existence would exist in Thee.

I have fled my country and gone to the heather.

I have dreamed in my life, dreams that have stayed with me ever after, and changed my ideas; they have gone through and through me, like wine through water, and altered the color of my mind.

I will walk where my own nature would be leading.

How cruel, your veins are full of ice-water and mine are boiling.

You must forgive me, for I struggled only for you.

Freeing yourself was one thing; claiming ownership of that freed self was another.

Happiness and freedom begin with a clear understanding of one principle.

You will never be able to escape from your heart. So it’s better to listen to what it has to say.

Sometimes I forget to admire the beauty of not being with you.

Freedom stretches only as far as the limits of our consciousness.

Independence? That’s middle class blasphemy. We are all dependent on one another, every soul of us on earth.

Free at last, Free at last, Thank God almighty we are free at last.

It is easy in the world to live after the world’s opinion; it is easy in solitude to live after our own; but the great man is he who in the midst of the crowd keeps with perfect sweetness the independence of solitude.