All of the wisdom of this world is but a tiny raft upon which we must set sail when we leave this earth. If only there was a firmer foundation upon which to sail, perhaps some divine word.

What is happening to our young people? They disrespect their elders, they disobey their parents. They ignore the law. They riot in the streets inflamed with wild notions. Their morals are decaying. What is to become of them?

In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.

If I can assign names as well as pictures to objects, the right assignment of them we may call truth, and the wrong assignment of them falsehood.

To move the world we must move ourselves.

Nobody is qualified to become a statesman who is entirely ignorant of the problem of wheat.

So you would rather suffer an injustice than do an injustice?