Life is a paradox. Every truth has its counterpart which contradicts it; and every philosopher supplies the logic his own undoing.

There is a wild, splendid, intoxicating joy that follows work well done.

Some men succeed by what they know; some by what they do; and a few by what they are.

Our finest flowers are often weeds transplanted.

There was one who thought himself above me, and he was above me until he had that thought.

Theology is Classified Superstition.

Progress comes from the intelligent use of experience.