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In many walks of life, a conscience is a more expensive encumbrance than a wife or a carriage.

Don't get up. Just sit a while and think. Never be afraid to sit a while and think.

Children see things very well sometimes — and idealists even better.

When you can have anything you want by uttering a few words, the goal matters not, only the journey to it.

Cows are amongst the gentlest of breathing creatures; none show more passionate tenderness to their young when deprived of them; and, in short, I am not ashamed to profess a deep love for these quiet creatures.

Applied properly, it [logic] can overcome any lack of wisdom, which one only gains through age and experience.

Thou hast the keys of Paradise, oh just, subtle, and mighty opium!

A Pharisee is someone who is virtuous out of obedience to the Great Beast.

No-one can function properly without occasional peace and quiet.

The common run of moralists complain that man is moved by his private self-interest: would to heaven it were so! Private interest is a self-centered principle of action, but at the same time restricted, reasonable and incapable of giving rise to unlimited evils. Whereas, on the other hand, the law of all activities governing social life, except in the case of primitive communities, is that here one sacrifices human life — in himself and in others — to things which are only means to a better way of living. This sacrifice takes on various forms, but it all comes back to the question of power. Power, by definition, is only a means; or to put it better, to possess a power is simply to possess means of action which exceed the very limited force that a single individual has at his disposal. But power-seeking, owing to its essential incapacity to seize hold of its object, rules out all consideration of an end, and finally comes, through an inevitable reversal, to take the place of all ends. It is this reversal of the relationship between means and end, it is this fundamental folly that accounts for all that is senseless and bloody right through history. Human history is simply the history of the servitude which makes men — oppressed and oppressors alike — the plaything of the instruments of domination they themselves have manufactured, and thus reduces living humanity to being the chattel of inanimate chattels.

Characters are born from necessity.

The songs of the dead are the lamentations of the living.