Every man has his secret sorrows which the world knows not; and often times we call a man cold when he is only sad.
The only way to deal with an unfree world is to become so absolutely free that your very existence is an act of rebellion.
No arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short.
Freedom would be not to choose between black and white but to abjure such prescribed choices.
The real way of living is to answer to one’s wants.