We walk alone in the world. |
We walk alone in the world. Friends, such as we desire, are dreams and fables. |
Weed -- a plant whose virtues have not yet been discovered. |
Welcome evermore to gods and men is the self-helping man. For him all doors are flung wide: him all tongues greet, all honors crown, all eyes follow with desire. Our love goes out to him and embraces him, because he did not need it. We solicitously and apologetically caress and celebrate him, because he held on his way and scorned our disapprobation. The gods loved him because men hated him. |
What a new face courage puts on everything! |
What forests of laurel we bring, and the tears of mankind, to those who stood firm against the opinion of their contemporaries! |
What I must do is all that concerns me. This rule, equally arduous in actual and intellectual life, may serve for the whole distinction between greatness and meanness. It is harder because you will always find those who think they know what is your duty better than you know it. |
what is a man good for without enthusiasm? |
What is a weed? A plant whose virtues have never been discovered. |
What is the hardest thing in the world? To think. |
What is the imagination? Only an arm or weapon of the interior energy; only the precursor of the reason. |
What lies behind us and what lies before us are tiny matters compared to what lies within us. |
What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you. |
What school, college, or lecture bring men depends on what men bring to carry it home in. |
What terrible questions we are learning to ask! The former men believed in magic, by which temples, cities, and men were swallowed up, and all trace of them gone. We are coming on the secret of a magic which sweeps out of men's minds all vestige of theism and beliefs which they and their fathers held and were framed upon. |