The suspicious believe everybody to be suspicious; the liar feels secure in the thought that he is not so foolish read more

The suspicious believe everybody to be suspicious; the liar feels secure in the thought that he is not so foolish as to believe that there is such a phenomenon as a strictly truthful person; the envious see envy in every soul; the miser thinks everybody is eager to get his money;...and the abandoned sensualist looks upon the saint as a hypocrite

Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.

Weak souls always set to work at the wrong time.

Intelligence is that faculty of mind, by which order is perceived in a situation previously considered disordered.

Intelligence is that faculty of mind, by which order is perceived in a situation previously considered disordered.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.

If wishes were horses, beggars would ride. - Nursery Rhymes of England, 1844.

It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to read more

It cannot be denied that for a society which has to create scarcity to save its members from starvation, to whom abundance spells disaster, and to whom unlimited energy means unlimited power for war and destruction, there is an ominous cloud in the distance though at present it be no bigger than a man's hand.

I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and read more

I am truly horrified by modern man. Such absence of feeling, such narrowness of outlook, such lack of passion and information, such feebleness of thought.

The cause of freedom is the cause of God.

The cause of freedom is the cause of God.

Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted read more

Liberty is to the collective body, what health is to every individual body. Without health no pleasure can be tasted by man; without liberty, no happiness can be enjoyed by society.

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo read more

What is life? It is the flash of a firefly in the night. It is the breath of a buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset.