If you must run, have something to run toward, so it feels less like cowardice.

Let's go to Valhalla with the sun on our faces.

You're a Good Little Slave

Memories are dangerous things. You turn them over and over, until you know every touch and corner, but still you'll find an edge to cut you.

We die a little every day and by degrees we’re reborn into different men, older men in the same clothes, with the same scars.

Few things worth having can be got easily.

Every man has his thorns, not of him, but in him, deep as bones.

When you're in a dark place, and your light is going to run out before too long, you get on with things. It's a wonder to me how few people apply that same logic to their lives.

Some truths should perhaps be left unsaid. Some doors unopened. An angel once told me to let go of the ills I held too close, to let go of the flaws that shaped me.

Anything that you cannot sacrifice pins you. Makes you predictable, makes you weak.

It's an irony of our times that men seeking peace must make war.

To find yourself, learn to love yourself.

They dream in courtship, but in wedlock wake.

All the vital mechanisms, varied as they are, have only one object, that of preserving constant the conditions of life in the internal environment.

But why shouldn't I speak out? Don't you speak out in this country?

The President has a quick and able mind, though not everybody gives him that, not by a long shot.

Don't do anything to try to fit in.

Everything you do either adds to the beauty of the world or takes away from it.

So there's only one tactic for the state: kill the seers.

When I was a boy, I thought scent was contained in dewdrops on flowers and if I got up very early in the morning, I could collect it and make perfume.

Progress grows out of motion.