A man by himself is in bad company.

We do not really feel grateful toward those who make our dreams come true; they ruin our dreams.

There is sublime thieving in all giving. Someone gives us all he has and we are his.

It has often been said that power corrupts. But it is perhaps equally important to realize that weakness, too, corrupts. Power corrupts the few, while weakness corrupts the many. Hatred, malice, rudeness, intolerance, and suspicion are the faults of weakness. The resentment of the weak does not spring from any injustice done to them but from their sense of inadequacy and impotence. We cannot win the weak by sharing our wealth with them. They feel our generosity as oppression.

Ideas have significance for him only as a prelude to action.

The Renaissance was a time of mercenary soldiers, ours is a time of mercenary labor.

How frighteningly few are the persons whose death would spoil our appetite and make the world seem empty.