Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.

The God of merely traditional believers is the great Absentee of the universe.

A crowd always thinks with its sympathy, never with its reason.

Beware the deadly fumes of that insane elation Which rises from the cup of mad impiety, And go, get drunk with that divine intoxication Which is more sober far than all sobriety.

He who is master of all opinions can never be the bigot of any.

Fate is the friend of the good, the guide of the wise, the tyrant of the foolish, the enemy of the bad.

A sigh can shatter a castle in the air.