I have been writing and speaking what were once called novelties, for twenty five or thirty years, & have not now one disciple. Why? Not that what I said was not true; not that it has not found intelligent receivers but because it did not go from any wish in me to bring men to me, but to themselves.

If the single man plant himself indomitably on his instincts, and there abide, the huge world will come round to him.

For every thing you have missed, you have gained something else; and for everything you gain, you lose something else.

The invariable mark of wisdom is to see the miraculous in the common.

The good are befriended even by weakness and defect. As no man had ever a point of pride that was not injurious to him, so no man had ever a defect that was not somewhere made useful to him. 

I am the dream and the hope of the slave

Shall we then judge a country by the majority, or by the minority? By the minority, surely.

Go put your creed into the deed, nor speak with double tongue.

Do that which is assigned you, and you cannot hope too much or dare too much.

But a caged bird stands on the grave of dreams.

Those of us who submitted or surrendered our ideas and dreams and identities to the 'leaders' must take back our rights, our identities, our responsibilities.

Love costs all we are and will ever be. Yet it is only love which sets us free. A Brave and Startling Truth.

Money often costs too much.

You have just dined, and however scrupulously the slaughterhouse is concealed in the graceful distance of miles, there is complicity.

Every burned book enlightens the world.

The invariable mark of a dream is to see it come true.

No facts are to me sacred; none are profane; I simply experiment, an endless seeker with no past at my back.

Finish each day and be done with it. You have done what you could. Some blunders and absurdities, no doubt crept in. Forget them as soon as you can, tomorrow is a new day; begin it well and serenely, with too high a spirit to be cumbered with your old nonsense.

Each man has his own vocation; his talent is his call. There is one direction in which all space is open to him.

Even in the mud and scum of things, something always, always sings.

Thought is the seed of action.

If a person - any human being - is told often enough, "You are nothing. You are nothing. You account for nothing. You count for nothing. You are less than a human being. I have no visibility of you", the person finally begins to believe it.

I believe that each of us comes from the Creator trailing wisps of glory.

Sorrow looks back, worry looks around, faith looks up.