Those who will not reason, are bigots, 

those who cannot, are fools, 

and those who dare not, are slaves.

But words are things, and a small drop of ink, 

Falling like dew, upon a thought, produces 

That which makes thousands, perhaps millions, think.

The great art of life is sensation, 

to feel that we exist, 

even in pain.

I only go out to get me a fresh appetite for being alone.

Adversity is the first path to truth.

There is pleasure in the pathless woods, 

there is rapture in the lonely shore, 

there is society where none intrudes, 

by the deep sea, 

and music in its roar; 

I love not Man the less, 

but Nature more.