The world wisely prefers happiness to wisdom.

Civilizations come and go; they conquer the earth and crumble into dust; but faith survives every desolation.

As knowledge grew, fear decreased; men thought less of worshiping the unknown, and more of overcoming it.

The concentration of wealth is a natural result of this concentration of ability, and regularly recurs in history. The rate of concentration varies (other factors being equal) with the economic freedom permitted by morals and laws.

What if it is for life's sake that we must die? In truth we are not individuals; and it is because we think ourselves such that death seems unforgivable. We are temporary organs of the race, cells in the body of life; we die and drop away that life may remain young and strong. If we were to live forever, growth would be stifled, and youth would find no room on earth. Death, like style, is the removal of rubbish, the circumcision of the superfluous. In the midst of death life renews itself immortally.

To seek, beneath the universal strife, the hidden harmony of things.

Every form of government tends to perish by excess of its basic principle.