Three generations of imbeciles are enough.

Reason may be the lever, but sentiment gives you the fulcrum and the place to stand on if you want to move the world.

One of the eternal conflicts out of which life is made up is that between the effort of every man to get the most he can for his services, and that of society, disguised under the name of capital, to get his services for the least possible return.

Free competition is worth more to society than it costs.

Nothing can be so perfect while we possess it as it will seem when remembered.

Why should you row a boat race? Why endure the long months of pain in preparation for a fierce half hour that will leave you all but dead? Does anyone ask the question? Is there anyone who would not go through all the costs, and more, for the moment when anguish breaks into triumph or even for the glory of having nobly lost? Is life less than a boat race? If a man will give the blood in his body to win the one, will he spend all the might of his soul to prevail in the other?

Systems die; instincts remain.