Quotes About Individuality

She was Lo, plain Lo, in the morning, standing four feet ten in one sock. She was Lola in slacks. She was Dolly at school. She was Dolores on the dotted line. But in my arms she was always Lolita.

Think for yourself and let others enjoy the privilege of doing so too.

Fools have a habit of believing that everything written by a famous author is admirable. For my part I read only to please myself and like only what suits my taste.

Dare to think for yourself.

Liberty of thought is the life of the soul.

Our wretched species is so made that those who walk on the well-trodden path always throw stones at those who are showing a new road.

There are truths which are not for all men, nor for all times.

Think for yourselves and let others enjoy the privilege to do so too.

Each choose that method which expresses your selfhood best, and condemn no other man because he expresses his Self otherwise.

It's a shame that Nature made you only one man; there was material enough for a worthy man and a rogue.

Among those whom I like or admire, I can find no common denominator, but among those whom I love, I can: all of them make me laugh.

his T-shirt had words printed on it, so he was probably the brains of the outfit.

There is very little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude.

There is little difference in people, but that little difference makes a big difference. The little difference is attitude. The big difference is whether it is positive or negative.

It is a terrible and awesome thing when a man sets out to create all other men in his own image. Such became the goal and all-consuming ambition of Karl Marx.

It is a peculiar sensation, this double-consciousness, this sense of always looking at one's self through the eyes of others…. One feels his twoness—an American, a Negro; two Souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings; two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

An American, a Negro... two souls, two thoughts, two unreconciled strivings two warring ideals in one dark body, whose dogged strength alone keeps it from being torn asunder.

No poet or novelist wishes he were the only one who ever lived, but most of them wish they were the only one alive, and quite a number fondly believe their wish has been granted.

Young people, who are still uncertain of their identity, often try on a succession of masks in the hope of finding the one which suits them -- the one, in fact, which is not a mask.

In those whom I like, I can find no common denominator; in those whom I love I can: they all make me laugh.

Every American poet feels that the whole responsibility for contemporary poetry has fallen upon his shoulders, that he is a literary aristocracy of one.

That the speech of self-disclosure should be translatable seems to me very odd, but I am convinced that it is. The conclusion that I draw is that the only quality which all human being without exception possess is uniqueness: any characteristic, on the other hand, which one individual can be recognized as having in common with another, like red hair or the English language, implies the existence of other individual qualities which this classification excludes.

I have never, I think, wanted to 'belong' to a group whose interests were not mine, nor have I resented exclusion. Why should thet accept me? All I have ever asked is that others should go their way and let me go mine.

Always the following wind of history Of others' wisdom makes a buoyant air Till we come suddenly on pockets where Is nothing loud but us; where voices seem Abrupt, untrained, competing with no lie Our fathers shouted once.