I could honor Carmen Electra. I think she's beautiful.

Knowledge, or more expressively truth,--for knowledge is truth received into our intelligence,--truth is an ideal whole.

Instinct is intelligence incapable of self-consciousness.

Language. By this we build pyramids, fight battles, ordain and administer laws, shape and teach religion, and knit man to man, cultivate each other, and ourselves.

Every man's follies are the caricature resemblances of his wisdom.

Superstition moulds nature into an arbitrary semblance of the supernatural, and then bows down to the work of its own hands.

An unproductive truth is none. But there are products which cannot be weighed even in patent scales, nor brought to market.