A house built on greed cannot long endure.

I took the other road, all right, but only because it was the easy road for me, the way I wanted to go. If I've encountered some unnecessary resistance that's because most of the traffic is going the other way.

Once upon a time, I dreamed of becoming a great man. Later, a good man. Now, finally, I find it difficult enough and honor enough to be -- a man.

As a confirmed melancholic, I can testify that the best and maybe only antidote for melancholia is action. However, like most melancholics, I suffer also from sloth.

Hierarchical institutions are like giant bulldozers -- obedient to the whim of any fool who takes the controls.

By the age of eighteen, a human has acquired enough joy and heartache to provide the food of reflection for a century.

Spartacus, like Jesus, was also crucified by the Romans. And for equally good reasons.