I teach that all men are mad.
Anger is short madness
Make a good use of the present.
The human race afraid of nothing, rushes on through every crime.
The poets aim is either to profit or to please, or to blend in one the delightful and the useful. Whatever the lesson you would convey, be brief, that your hearers may catch quickly what is said and faithfully retain it. Every superfluous word is spilled from the too-full memory.
Life is largely a matter of expectation.
He has the deed half done who has made a beginning.
Whenever you wish to do anything against the law, Cicely, always consult a good solicitor first.
Most men would feel insulted if it were proposed to employ them in throwing stones over a wall, and then in throwing them back, merely that they might earn their wages. But many are no more worthily employed now.
There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root.
A good end cannot sanctify evil means; nor must we ever do evil that good may come of it.
Ordinary people seem not to realize that those who really apply themselves in the right way to philosophy are directly and of their own accord preparing themselves for dying and death.
Every man must decide whether he will walk in the light of creative altruism or in the darkness of destructive selfishness.
I would not give half a guinea to live under one form of government rather than another. It is of no moment to the happiness of an individual.
People have a hard time letting go of their suffering. They prefer suffering that is familiar to the unknown.
Don’t forget what happened to the man who suddenly got everything he wanted. He lived happily ever after.
A man is a god in ruins.
Give us the tools, and we will finish the job.
Wear none of thine own Chains; but keep free, whilst thou art free.
One wanders to the left, another to the right. Both are equally in error, but, are seduced by different delusions.
If man has good corn, or wood, or boards, or pigs to sell, or can make better chairs or knives, crucibles, or church organs, than anybody else, you will find a broad, hard-beaten road to his house, though it be in the woods.
Artists must be sacrificed to their art.
