Where words cease, there music begins.

Wild, dark times are rumbling toward us, and the prophet who wishes to write a new apocalypse will have to invent entirely new beasts, and beasts so terrible that the ancient animal symbols of St. John will seem like cooing doves and cupids in comparison.

In politics, as in life, we must above all things wish only for the attainable.

Like a great poet, Nature produces the greatest results with the simplest means. These are simply a sun, trees, flowers, water and love. Of course, if the spectator be without the last, the whole will present but a pitiful appearance, and in that case, the sun is merely so many miles in diameter, the trees are good for fuel, the flowers are classified by stamens, and the water is simply wet.

If the Romans had been obliged to learn Latin, they would never have found time to conquer the world.

Money is the god of our time, and Rothschild is his prophet.

Reform Judaism is like mock turtle soup-turtle soup without the turtle