Men can’t own the land no more’n they can own the sea or the sky.
Property, possessions and riches had also finally trapped him. They were no longer a game and a toy. They had become a chain and a burden.
No one loses anyone, because no one owns anyone. That is the true experience of freedom: having the most important thing in the world without owning it.
Whoever wishes to keep a secret must hide the fact that he possesses one.
What a man does not understand, he does not possess.
We do not attach ourselves permanently to any possessions, excepting in proportion to the trouble, toil and longing which they have cost us.
Verily, he who possesseth little is so much the less possessed: blessed be moderate poverty!
There is only one way to truly possess a wild animal. To make it your own. To kill it.
There is a perfection in everything that cannot be owned.
The things you used to own, now they own you.
Possessions entrap men, and wealth paralyzes them.
It is preoccupation with possession, more than anything else, that prevents men from living freely and nobly.
