“I hope it is true that a man can die and yet not only live in others but give them life, and not only life, but that great consciousness of life.”

I didn’t know what to say. I felt like crying, Goddammit everybody in the world wants an explanation for your acts and for your very being.

You aren’t ever going to be anything in this world unless you do what you want to do, when you want to do it–don’t plan anything, just go out and do it.

You’d be surprised how little I knew even up to yesterday

Finding Nirvana is like locating silence.

I promise I shall never give up, and that I’ll die yelling and laughing, and that until then I’ll rush around this world I insist is holy and pull at everyone’s lapel and make them confess to me and to all.

Don’t drink to get drunk. Drink to enjoy life.

All of life is a foreign country.

The silence was an intense roar.

This is the story of America. Everybody’s doing what they think they’re supposed to do.

But, outside of being a sweet little girl, she was awfully dumb and capable of doing horrible things.

The best teacher is experience and not through someone’s distorted point of view.

My aunt once said that the world would never find peace until men fell at their women’s feet and asked for forgiveness.

It’s good-bye. But we lean forward to the next crazy venture beneath the skies.

Practice kindness all day to everybody and you will realize you’re already in heaven now.

There was nothing to talk about anymore. The only thing to do was go.

No man should go through life without once experiencing healthy, even bored solitude in the wilderness, finding himself depending solely on himself and thereby learning his true and hidden strength.

I don’t think any person in America should die because they are too poor to live.

Live as tho death is not the inevitable end.

This is good for you. Death is a thing of beauty, and it needs to be executed in such a way that does it justice.

Death is not the biggest fear we have; our biggest fear is taking the risk to be alive – the risk to be alive and express what we really are.

How exhausting it must be to fear death, when you can simply howl at the moon.

I’ve noticed that about your people, Doctor. You find it easier to understand the death of one than the death of a million. You speak about the objective hardness of the Vulcan heart, yet how little room there seems to be in yours.

Eulogy. Praise of a person who has either the advantages of wealth and power, or the consideration to be dead.

Justice is the handmaiden of truth, and when truth dies, justice is buried with it.