Do Nothing, Only Keep Agitating, Debating; And

Rest Is A Fine Medicine. Let Your Stomachs Rest, Ye Dyspeptics; Let Your Brain Rest, You Wearied And Worried People Of Business; Let Your Limbs Rest, Ye Children Of Toil!

One Must Verify Or Expel His Doubts, And Convert Them Into The Certainty Of Yes Or No.

All Evil Is Like A Nightmare; The Instant You Stir Under It, The Evil Is Gone.

Society Is Founded Upon Cloth.

Social Science, Is Not A 'gay Science' But Rueful, Which Finds The Secret Of This Universe In 'supply And Demand' And Reduces The Duty Of Human Governors To That Of Letting Men Alone. Not A 'gay Science', No, A Dreary, Desolate, And Indeed Quite Abject And Distressing One; What We Might Call, The Dismal Science