Thought Is The Labor Of The Intellect,

I Don't Mind What Congress Does, As Long As They Don't Do It In The Streets And Frighten The Horses.

God Secludes Himself; But The Thinker Listens At The Door.

Do Not Ask The Name Of The Person Who Seeks A Bed For The Night. He Who Is Reluctant To Give His Name Is The One Who Most Needs Shelter.

To Meditate Is To Labour; To Think Is To Act.

The Beginning As Well As The End Of All His Thoughts Was Hatred Of Human Law, That Hatred Which, If It Be Not Checked In Its Growth By Some Providential Event, Becomes, In A Certain Time, Hatred Of Society, Then Hatred Of The Human Race, And Then Hatred Of Creation, And Reveals Itself By A Vague And Incessant Desire To Injure Some Living Being, It Matters Not Who.