Any man’s death diminishes me, because I am involved in Mankinde; And therefore never send to know for whom the bell tolls; It tolls for thee.

He spoke with such self-confidence that his hearers could not be sure whether what he said was very witty or very stupid.

He who has felt the deepest grief is best able to experience supreme happiness. We must have felt what it is to die, Morrel, that we may appreciate the enjoyments of life. Live, then, and be happy…

I am compelled into this country.

I am past scorching; not easily can’st thou scorch a scar.

I travel on by nature’s path until I fall and find rest, breathing my last into that air from which I draw my daily breath, and falling on that earth which gave my father his seed, my mother her blood, my nurse her milk; the earth which for so many years has fed and watered me day by day; the earth which bears my tread and all the ways in which I abuse her.

If I cannot sway the heavens, I’ll wake the powers of hell!

Just as the body needs food, the soul needs books.

L’homme n’est rien, l’œuvre tout!

Men seek retreats for themselves… no retreat offers someone more quiet and relaxation than that into his own mind.

Never esteem anything as of advantage to you that will make you break your word or lose your self-respect.

One step beyond that boundary line which resembles the line dividing the living from the dead, lies uncertainty, suffering, and death…You fear and yet long to cross that line, and know that sooner or later it must be crossed and you will have to find out what is there, just as you will inevitably have to learn what lies the other side of death.

Sometimes when you lose your way in the fog, you end up in a beautiful place! Don’t be afraid of getting lost!

The map? I will first make it.

Those born to wealth, and who have the means of gratifying every wish, know not what is the real happiness of life, just as those who have been tossed on the stormy waters of the ocean on a few frail planks can alone realize the blessings of fair weather.

Why do you go away? So that you can come back. So that you can see the place you came from with new eyes and extra colors. And the people there see you differently, too. Coming back to where you started is not the same as never leaving.

Would you tell me, please, which way I ought to go from here? That depends a good deal on where you want to get to. I don’t much care where — Then it doesn’t matter which way you go.