Strength and strength's will are the supreme ethic. All else are dreams from hospital beds, the sly, crawling goodness of sneaking souls.

To make mistakes is human, but to profit from them is divine.

The reason men oppose progress is not that they hate progress, but that they love inertia.

Respectability is the dickey on the bosom of civilization.

Love is not really blind- the bandage is never so tight but that it can peep.

Progress comes from the intelligent use of experience.

Time is an illusion-to orators.