A long and wicked life followed by five minutes of perfect grace gets you into Heaven. An equally long life of decent living and good works followed by one outburst of taking the name of the lord in vain- then have a heart attack at that moment and be damned for eternity. Is that the system?

A slave cannot be freed, save he do it himself. Nor can you enslave a free man; the very most you can do is kill him!

I came, I saw, she conquered." The original Latin seems to have been garbled.

There ought not to be anything in the whole universe that man can't poke his nose into-that's the way we're built and I assume that there's some reason for that.

Work is not an end in itself; there must always be time enough for love.

You were probably educated in the conventional economic theories of your period which were magnificent and most ingenious, but--if you will pardon my saying so--all wrong.

Life is short, but the years are long.