Few people even scratch the surface, much less exhaust the contemplation of their own experience.

With the shock of war the state comes into its own again.

Society is one vast conspiracy for carving one into the kind of statue likes, and then placing it in the most convenient niche it has.

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear. Although we can never rivet our fortune so tight as to make it impregnable, we may by our excessive prudence squeeze out of the life that we are guarding so anxiously all the adventurous quality that makes it worth living.

Culture, like the kingdom of heaven, lies within us, and not in foreign galleries and books.

War is the Health of the State.

We can easily become as much slaves to precaution as we can to fear.