Death does not frighten me but dying obscurely and above all uselessly does.

Now more than ever do I realize that I will never be content with a sedentary life, that I will always be haunted by thoughts of a sun-drenched elsewhere.

The farther behind I leave the past, the closer I am to forging my own character.

Life on the open road is liberty... to be alone, to have few needs, to be unknown, everywhere a foreigner and at home, and to walk grandly and solitarily in conquest of the world.

A nomad I will remain for life, in love with distant and uncharted places.

But the vagrant owns the whole vast earth that ends only at the nonexistent horizon, and his empire is an intangible one, for his domination and enjoyment of it are things of the spirit.

One must never look for happiness: one meets it by the way.

For now it seems that by advancing into unknown territories, I entered into my life

I feel alone, free, and detached from everything in the world, and I'm happy.

From every ruin, life springs up again and everything that dies is born again.

The savage hatred I feel for crowds is getting worse, natural enemies that they are of imagination and of thought.

Your heart should not be used as a compass for out of it can come deceit, evil thoughts, and actions.

You never lose friends. You just discover who your real friends are.

Forget it, Jake -- it's Chinatown.

One faces the future with one's past.

It is a grand thing to see a man thoroughly possessed with one master-passion. Such a man is sure to be strong, and if the master-principle be excellent, he is sure to be excellent, too.

We move too much in platoons; we march by sections; we do not live in our vital individuality enough; we are slaves to fashion, in mind and in heart, if not to our passions and appetites.

Even with the trials of life, because of the Savior's Atonement and his grace, righteous living will be rewarded with personal peace.

Aimee-"If someone's possessed by a demon, how do you get the demon out?" Xedrix-"Call a priest.

And I walked, I walked through the light air; I moved with the morning.

In painting, whether colour reflection is apparent or not, every hue must echo neighbouring hues, so that homogeneity may be attained.