I am giving you examples of the fact that this creature man, who in his own selfish affairs is a coward to the backbone, will fight for an idea like a hero. . . . I tell you, gentlemen, if you can shew a man a piece of what he now calls God's work to do, and what he will later call by many new names, you can make him entirely reckless of the consequences to himself personally.

If more than ten percent of the public likes a painting, it should be burned.

The world was to Shakespeare a great stage of fools on which he was utterly bewildered. His pregnant observations of life are not coordinated into any philosophy.

He who can, does. He who cannot, teaches.

Nothing makes a man so selfish as work.

Choose silence of all virtues, for by it you hear other men's imperfections, and conceal your own.

As long as I have a want, I have a reason for living. Satisfaction is death.