Our knowledge is a receding mirage in an expanding desert of ignorance.

Which is now a more hopeful statement than Swift intended it to be.

If I were rich I would have many books, and I would pamper myself with bindings bright to the eye and soft to the touch, paper generously opaque, and type such as men designed when printing was very young. I would dress my gods in leather and gold, and burn candles of worship before them at night, and string their names like beads on a string.

When liberty destroys order the hunger for order will destroy liberty.

The ego is willing but the machine cannot go on. It's the last thing a man will admit, that his mind ages.

How much more suffering is caused by the thought of death than by death itself.

If our economy of freedom fails to distribute wealth as ably as it has created it, the road to dictatorship will be open to any man who can persuasively promise security to all.