God Creates The Animals, Man Creates Himself.

It Is Almost Impossible To Carry The Torch Of Truth Through A Crowd Without Singeing Somebody's Beard.

The Motives That Lead Us To Do Anything Might Be Arranged Like The Thirty-two Winds And Might Be Given Names On The Same Pattern: For Instance, "bread-bread-fame" Or "fame-fame-bread."

The Lower Classes Of Men, Though They Do Not Think It Worthwhile To Record What They Perceive, Nevertheless Perceive Everything That Is Worth Noting; The Difference Between Them And A Man Of Learning Often Consists In Nothing More Than The Latter's Facility For Expression.

The Journalists Have Constructed For Themselves A Little Wooden Chapel, Which They Also Call The Temple Of Fame, In Which They Put Up And Take Down Portraits All Day Long And Make Such A Hammering You Can't Hear Yourself Speak.

I Am Confident Of My Ability To Demonstrate That One Can Sometimes Believe In Something And Yet Not Believe In It. Nothing Is Less Fathomable Than The Systems That Motivate Our Actions.