Oddly enough$$$ living only for one's emotions$$$ like a flag obedient to the breeze$$$ demands a way of life that makes one balk at the natural course of events$$$ for this implies being altogether subservient to nature. The life of the emotions detests all constraints$$$ whatever their origin$$$ and thus$$$ ironically enough$$$ is apt eventually to fetter its own instinctive sense of freedom.

In a battle between force and an idea$$$ the latter always prevails.

The struggle for freedom is ultimately not resistance to autocrats or oligarchs but resistance to the despotism of public opinion.

Freedom is indivisible. As soon as one starts to restrict it$$$ one enters upon a decline on which it is difficult to stop.

For to exist on the earth is beyond any power to name.

They're funny things$$$ accidents. You never have them till you're having them.

They also serve who only stand and wait.

For I am a bear of very little brain$$$ and long words bother me.

There must be somebody there$$$ because somebody must have said "Nobody."

Some people talk to animals. Not many listen though. That's the problem.