Life's no brief candle-it's a splendid torch!

It is the mark of a truly intelligent person to be moved by statistics.

In the arts of life main invents nothing; but in the arts of death he outdoes Nature herself, and produces by chemistry and machinery all the slaughter of plague, pestilence and famine. ... There is nothing in Man's industrial machinery but his greed and sloth: his heart is in his weapons.

The heretic is always better dead. And mortal eyes cannot distinguish the saint from the heretic.

The only secrets are the secrets that keep themselves.

The degree of tolerance attainable at any moment depends on the strain under which society is maintaining its cohesion.

Poverty does not produce unhappiness: It produces degradation.