If you want good laws, burn those you have and make new ones.

Stand upright, speak thy thoughts, declare The truth thou hast, that all may share; Be bold, proclaim it everywhere: They only live who dare.

Better is the enemy of good.

This poem will never reach its destination. On Rousseau's Ode To Posterity

A circumstance which has always appeared wonderful to me, is that such sublime discoveries should have been made by the sole assistance of a quadrant and a little arithmetic.

One always begins with the simple, then comes the complex, and by superior enlightenment one often reverts in the end to the simple. Such is the course of human intelligence.

If there’s life on other planets, then the earth is the Universe’s insane asylum.