“Love is a symbol of eternity. It wipes out all sense of time, destroying all memory of a beginning and all fear of an end.”

One must choose in life between boredom and suffering.

Search for the truth is the noblest occupation of man; its publication is a duty.

Genius is essentially creative; it bears the stamp of the individual who possesses it.

The voice of conscience is so delicate that it is easy to stifle it; but it is also so clear that it is impossible to mistake it.

The more I see of men the more I like dogs.

The mystery of existence is the connection between our faults and our misfortunes.

Speech happens to not be his language.

Sow good services: sweet remembrances will grow from them.

To be totally understanding makes one very indulgent.

That past which is so presumptuously brought forward as a precedent for the present, was itself founded on some past that went before it.

Men err from selfishness; women because they are weak.

Scientific progress makes moral progress a necessity; for if man’s power is increased.

The human mind always makes progress, but it is a progress in spirals.

A man must know how to fly in the face of opinion; a woman to submit to it.

A religious life is a struggle and not a hymn.

Love is the whole history of a woman’s life, it is but an episode in a man’s.

SAMO as an end to to mindwash religion, nowhere politics and bogus philosophy.

What they always do with these shows is they always leave them open-ended.

In the tale, in the telling, we are all one blood. Take the tale in your teeth, then, and bite till the blood runs, hoping it’s not poison; and we will all come to the end together, and even to the beginning: living, as we do, in the middle.

We all have to die a bit every now and then and usually it’s so gradual that we end up more alive than ever. Infinitely old and infinitely alive.

I want to humbly suggest that you be the guardians of a more complicated truth: that the means are as important-and sometimes even more important-than the ends.

Wealth is a means to an end, not the end itself. As a synonym for health and happiness, it has had a fair trial and failed dismally.

My nerve endings seemed to have come alive; they almost jangled with anticipation I was going to see Will. Whatever else,

The End of Laissez-Faire (1926) might, so far as it goes, serve as a useful introduction to fascist economics. There is scarcely anything to object to in it and there is much to applaud.