There are people who want to make men's lives more difficult for no other reason than the chance it provides them afterwards to offer their prescription for alleviating life; their Christianity, for...

Sooner or later, man has always had to decide whether he worships his own power or the power of God.

The evil that is in the world almost always comes of ignorance, and good intentions may do as much harm as malevolence if they lack understanding.

Women are considered deep - why? Because one can never discover any bottom to them. Women are not even shallow.

We have enough religion to make us hate, but not enough to make us love one another.

No sooner does man discover intelligence than he tries to involve it in his own stupidity.

Man is the most intelligent of the animals - and the most silly.

Some people never learn, no matter how much their heads hurt in the morning.

Death calls ye to the crowd of common men.

When death comes it is never our tenderness that we repent from, but our severity.

How strange this fear of death is! We are never frightened at a sunset.

We already have - thanks to technology, development, skills, the efficiency of our work - enough resources to satisfy all human needs. But we don't have enough resources, and we are unlikely ever to...

No one knows his true character until he has run out of gas, purchased something on the installment plan, and raised an adolescent.

Love is the best thing in the world, and the thing that lives the longest.

War is at its best barbarism.

Thought is the wind, knowledge the sail, and mankind the vessel.

As concerns the question of the psychological engine that drove Hitler, the conventional interpretation of lusting after power is, in final analysis, the refuge of lack of understanding.

Cure for an obsession: get another one.

God didn't create monsters. Monsters created themselves.

Probably no one alive hasn't at one time or another brooded over the possibility of going back to an earlier ideal age in his existence and living a different kind of life.

Kill reverence and you've killed the hero in man.

There are people who have an appetite for grief; pleasure is not strong enough and they crave pain. They have mithridatic stomachs which must be fed on poisoned bread, natures so doomed that no...

All seems infected that the infected spy as all looks yellow to the jaundiced eye.

There is no man in any rank who is always at liberty to act as he would incline; he is limited by circumstances.

Men are men they needs must err.

In my conscience I believe the baggage loves me for she never speaks well of me herself nor suffers anybody else to rail at me.

The innocent is the person who explains nothing.

Every man passes his life in the search after friendship.

God! Is there anything uglier than a frightened man!

And oftentimes excusing of a fault Doth make the fault the worse by the excuse - As patches set upon a little breach Discredit more in hiding of the fault Than did the fault before it was so patched.