There is no week nor day nor hour when tyranny may not enter upon this country, if the people lose their roughness and spirit of defiance.
After you have exhausted what there is in business, politics, conviviality, and so on – have found that none of these finally satisfy, or permanently wear – what remains? Nature remains.
Simplicity is the glory of expression.
Re-examine all that you have been told… dismiss that which insults your soul.
Henceforth I ask not good fortune. I myself am good fortune.
Let your soul stand cool and composed before a million universes.
Speech is the twin of my vision, it is unequal to measure itself, it provokes me forever, it says sarcastically, Walt you contain enough, why don’t you let it out then?
The whole theory of the universe is directed unerringly to one single individual.
Why are there trees I never walk under but large and melodious thoughts descend upon me?
Judging from the main portions of the history of the world, so far, justice is always in jeopardy.