Poverty persuades a man to do and suffer everything that he may escape from it.

Be grateful. By slaying you now, I spare you an eternity of torment.

Now that I know what I want, I don't have to hold on to it quite so much.

Avarice is a cursed vice: offer a man enough gold, and he will part with his own small hoard of food, however great his hunger.

The poor wretches have convinced themselves that they are going to be immortal and live for all time, by worshipping that crucified sophist and living under his laws...they receive these doctrines by tradition, without any definite evidence. So if any charlatan or trickster comes among them, he quickly acquires wealth by imposing upon these simple people.

The industry needs transforming. It’s for others to decide whether they want to get stuck in the past or whether they want to come on the journey.

Everybody dies. Some just need a little help.