Civilization Is Only Savagery Silver-gilt.

Man's Cleverness Is Almost Indefinite, And Stretches Like An Elastic Band, But Human Nature Is Like An Iron Ring. You Can Go Round And Round It, You Can Polish It Highly, You Can Even Flatten It A Little On One Side, Whereby You Will Make It Bulge Out The Other, But You Will Never, While The World Endures And Man Is Man, Increase Its Total Circumference.

Truly The Universe Is Full Of Ghosts, Not Sheeted Churchyard Spectres, But The Inextinguishable Elements Of Individual Life, Which Having Once Been, Can Never Die, Though They Blend And Change, And Change Again For Ever.

I Have Never Observed That The Religious Are More Eager To Die Than The Rest Of Us Poor Mortals.

Truly Wealth, Which Men Spend All Their Lives In Acquiring, Is A Valueless Thing At The Last.

We May Taste Of Every Turn Of Chance - Now Rule As Kings, Now Serve As Slaves; Now Love, Now Hate; Now Prosper, And Now Perish. But Still, Through All, We Are The Same; For This Is The Marvel Of Identity.