...there was alienation in the standing consciousness that his squareness would not fit the round hole that had been prepared for him.

I am the family face; flesh perishes, I live on.

I am the family face; / Flesh perishes, I live on, / Projecting trait and trace / Through time to times anon, / And leaping from place to place / Over oblivion.

I don't belong to the masses, I've been against the masses all my life, and I'm not in favour of dogs.

A sure way of retaining the grace of heaven is to disregard outward appearances, and diligently to cultivate such things as foster amendment of life and fervour of soul, rather than to cultivate those qualities that seem most popular.

If there is anything the nonconformist hates worse than a conformist, it’s another nonconformist who doesn’t conform to the prevailing standard of nonconformity.