Taxes Are The Sinews Of The State.

To Live Long, Live Slowly.

They Are, All Of Them, Born With Raging Fanaticism In Their Hearts, Just As The Bretons And The Germans Are Born With Blond Hair. I Would Not Be In The Least Bit Surprised If These People Would Not Some Day Become Deadly To The Human Race.

No One Sees What Is Before His Feet: They Scan The Tracks Of Heaven.

To Some Extent I Liken Slavery To Death.

The Study And Knowledge Of The Universe Would Somehow Be Lame And Defective Were No Practical Results To Follow.