“Civilization begins with order, grows with liberty and dies with chaos.”

One of the lessons of history is that nothing is often a good thing to do and always a clever thing to say.

The most interesting thing in the world is another human being who wonders, suffers and raises the questions that have bothered him to the last day of his life, knowing he will never get the answers.

Every form of government tends to perish by excess of its basic principle.

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It’s the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

Bankers know that history is inflationary and that money is the last thing a wise man will hoard.

To speak ill of others is a dishonest way of praising ourselves.

As soon as liberty is complete it dies in anarchy.

We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit.

The political machine triumphs because it is a united minority acting against a divided majority.

The family is the nucleus of civilization.

Man became free when he recognized that he was subject to law.

Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

Truth always originates in a minority of one, and every custom begins as a broken precedent.

Knowledge is the eye of desire and can become the pilot of the soul.

There is nothing in socialism that a little age or a little money will not cure.

It may be true that you can’t fool all the people all the time, but you can fool enough of them to rule a large country.

Personality begins where comparison ends.

One that has never previously been seen before our time, in any age since the beginning of the world.

The beginning, middle, and end of the birth, growth, and perfection of whatever we behold is from contraries, by contraries, and to contraries; and whatever contrariety is, there is action and reaction, there is motion, diversity, multitude, and order, there are degrees, succession and vicissitude.

There are such beings as vampires, some of us have evidence that they exist. Even had we not the proof of our own unhappy experience, the teachings and the records of the past give proof enough for sane peoples.

Every improvement or innovation begins with an idea. But an idea is only a possibility.

Maybe it’s true that life begins at fifty. But everything else starts to wear out, fall out, or spread out.

The Heart is a Lonely Hunter had such an illumination, beginning my long search for the truth of the story and flashing light into the long two years ahead.

Science begets knowledge; opinion, ignorance.