Men are so necessarily mad, that not to be mad would amount to another form of madness.

Custom determines what is agreeable.

Brave deeds are wasted when hidden.

Truth is so obscure in these times, and falsehood so established, that, unless we love the truth, we cannot know it.

Human beings do not know their place and purpose. They have fallen from their true place, and lost their true purpose. They search everywhere for their place and purpose, with great anxiety. But they cannot find them because they are surrounded by darkness.

Put the world's greatest philosopher on a plank that is wider than need be; if there is a precipe below, although his reason may convince him that he is safe, his imagination will prevail.

We must kill them in war, just because they live beyond the river. If they lived on this side, we would be called murderers.