If I had my way, the world would hear a pretty stern command - Exit Christ.

Social Science, is not a 'gay science' but rueful, which finds the secret of this universe in 'supply and demand' and reduces the duty of human governors to that of letting men alone. Not a 'gay science', no, a dreary, desolate, and indeed quite abject and distressing one; what we might call, the dismal science

Even in the meanest sorts of labor, the whole soul of a man is composed into a kind of real harmony the instant he sets himself to work.

Make yourself an honest man, and then you may be sure there is one less rascal in the world.

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

All true work is sacred.

All destruction, by violent revolution or however it be, is but new creation on a wider scale.