Towers in a modern town are a frill and a survival; they seem like the raised hands of the various churches, afraid of being overlooked, and saying to the forgetful public, Here I am! Or perhaps they are rival lightning rods, saying to the emanations of divine grace, "Please strike here!

Tolerated people are never conciliated. They live on, but the aroma of their life is lost.

To call war the soil of courage and virtue is like calling debauchery the soil of love.

There is no dunce like a mature dunce.

Fear first created the gods.

The need of exercise is a modern superstition, invented by people who ate too much and had nothing to think about.

Prayer, among sane people, has never superseded practical efforts to secure the desired end.