“The reason the Romans built their great paved highways was because they had such inconvenient footwear.”

Vitam Impendere Vero (I consecrate my life to truth).

Man, as a physical being, is like other bodies governed by invariable laws.

As soon as man enters into a state of society he loses the sense of his weakness; equality ceases, and then commences the state of war.

The coffee is prepared in such a way that it makes those who drink it witty: at least there is not a single soul who, on quitting the house, does not believe himself four times wittier that when he entered it.

Political liberty is to be found only in moderate governments.

There is no nation so powerful, as the one that obeys its laws not from principals of fear or reason, but from passion.

Injustice towards others is a threat to everybody

I shall be obliged to wander to the right and to the left, that I may investigate and discover the truth.

The Ottoman Empire whose sick body was not supported by a mild and regular diet, but by a powerful treatment, which continually exhausted it.

In bodies moved, the motion is received, increased, diminished, or lost, according to the relations of the quantity of matter and velocity; each diversity is uniformity, each change is constancy.

The sublimity of administration consists in knowing the proper degree of power that should be exerted on different occasions.

Never create by law what can be accomplished by morality.

Countries are well cultivated, not as they are fertile, but as they are free.

I should like to abolish funerals; the time to mourn a person is at his birth, not his death.

Coffee renders many foolish people temporarily capable of wise actions

The public business must be carried on with a certain motion, neither too quick nor too slow.

I’m not a Gingrich fan. He’s just difficult to work with. It’s either Newt’s way or the highway.

More time is wasted in front of computers than on highways.

Highway robbery and white collar crime, and they laugh at the system they beat.

So you packed your world up inside a canvas sack, set off down the highway with your rings and Kerouac.

The “Highway 61” album [of Bob Dylan] was produced by Bob Johnston if I’m not incorrect. And Bob Johnston was an entirely different producer than Tom Wilson.

There’s only so much pavement that the road makers lay down. After a while, the highway quits going north and it just turns into sky.

The grand highway is crowded w/lovers & searchers & leavers so eager to please & forget. Wilderness.

Indians scattered on dawn’s highway bleeding/Ghosts crowd the young child’s fragile eggshell mind.