Losing your way on a journey is unfortunate. But, losing your reason for the journey is a fate more cruel.

I write to cover a frame of ideas.

After your first day of cycling, one dream is inevitable. A memory of motion lingers in the muscles of your legs, and round and round they seem to go. You ride through Dreamland on wonderful dream bicycles that change and grow.

Democracy's ceremonial, its feast, it's great function, is the election.

What, unless biological science is a mass of errors, is the cause of human intelligence and vigour? Hardship and freedom: conditions under which the active, strong, and subtle survive and the weaker go to the wall; conditions that put a premium upon the loyal alliance of capable men, upon self-restraint, patience, and decision. And the institution of the family, and the emotions that arise therein, the fierce jealousy, the tenderness for offspring, parental self-devotion, all found their justification and support in the imminent dangers of the young.

There are no social differences - till women come in.

The true objection to slavery is not that it is unjust to the inferior but that it corrupts the superior.