“Death smiles at us all; all we can do is smile back.”

To refrain from imitation is the best revenge.

The object of life is not to be on the side of the majority, but to escape finding oneself in the ranks of the insane.

Be like the cliff against which the waves continually break; but it stands firm and tames the fury of the water around it.

All things of the body stream away like a river, all things of the mind are dreams and delusion; life is warfare, and a visit to a strange land; the only lasting fame is oblivion.

How ridiculous and unrealistic is the man who is astonished at anything that happens in life.

Death is a release from the impressions of the senses, and from desires that make us their puppets, and from the vagaries of the mind, and from the hard service of the flesh.

No one can lose either the past or the future.

Look to nothing, not even for a moment except to reason.

Look to nothing, not even for a moment except to reason.

Look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.

Look beneath the surface; let not the several quality of a thing nor its worth escape thee.

When you arise in the morning think of what a privilege it is to be alive, to think, to enjoy, to love.

When you arise in the moring, think of what a precious privelege it is to be alive – to breathe, to think, to enjoy, to love.

Dig within. Within is the wellspring of Good; and it is always ready to bubble up, if you just dig.

If you are pained by external things, it is not they that disturb you, but your own judgement of them. And it is in your power to wipe out that judgement now.

Your days are numbered. Use them to throw open the windows of your soul to the sun. If you do not, the sun will soon set, and you with it.

There will be sex after death, we just won’t be able to feel it.

I will remain what I am until I die, a hunter, and when there are no buffalo or other game I will send my children to hunt and live on prairie, for where an Indian is shut up in one place his body becomes weak.

If evolution was worth its salt, it should’ve evolved something better than ‘survival of the fittest.’ I think a better idea would be ‘survival of the wittiest.’ At least, that way, creatures that didn’t survive could’ve died laughing.

The beating on the tail of the snake may stop his progress a little, but the more vital parts must be struck before his poisonous death-dealing venom will be wiped out.

Science advances funeral by funeral.

I shall do one thing in this life-one thing certain-this is, love you, and long of you, and keep wanting you till I die.

How potent is the fancy! People are so impressionable, they can die of imagination.

We all die eventually but how we lived stays forever.