“Money may be the husk of many things but not the kernel. It brings you food, but not appetite; medicine, but not health; acquaintance, but not friends; servants, but not loyalty; days of joy, but not peace or happiness.”

Home life ceases to be free and beautiful as soon as it is founded on borrowing and debt.

A thousand words can’t make the mark a single deed will leave.

It is no use lying to one’s self.

Everything I touch seems destined to turn into something mean and farcical.

I don’t imagine you will dispute the fact that at present the stupid people are in an absolutely overwhelming majority all the world over.

Do you know what we are those of us who count as pillars of society? We are society’s tools, neither more nor less.

The majority is always wrong; the minority is rarely right.

Each bird must sing with his own throat.

I am in revolt against the age-old lie that the majority is always right.

Everything that I have written is closely related to something that I have lived through.

Bigger things than the State will fall, all religion will fall.

Poetry is to hold judgment on your soul.

I hold that man is in the right who is most closely in league with the future.

Take the life-lie away from the average man and straight away you take away his happiness.

There can be no freedom or beauty about a home life that depends on borrowing and debt.

Oh, law and order! I often think it is that that is at the bottom of all the misery in the world.

There was something very comfortable in having plenty of stationery.

Everything that happens in the material world is essentially a certain kind of wave. If you are a good sailor, every wave is a possibility.

Let a man radically alter his thoughts, and he will be astonished at the rapid transformation it will effect in the material conditions of his life.

I would rather excel in the knowledge of what is excellent than the extent of my power or possessions.

Your soul cannot take material things with it. All the “stuff” does not matter. How you make others feel matters.

Material things ain’t nothing. You feel me? At the end of the day, it’s who you is. You wasn’t born with it; you gon’ die without it.

My mental space is when I get to a place of creativity, and I can just be myself while I am writing and connecting with the material.

Material things do not make you happy. The small things that matter are priceless.