Happiness, In The Ancient, Noble Sense, Means

I Learned That It Is The Weak Who Are Cruel, And That Gentleness Is To Be Expected Only From The Strong.

The Love Of Money Is The Source Of An Enormous Amount Of Good; The Fact That The Good Is A By-product Of The Selfish Pursuit Of Riches Has Nothing To Do With Its Indisputable Value.

I Cannot Believe That The Purpose Of Life Is To Be Happy. I Think The Purpose Of Life Is To Be Useful, To Be Responsible, To Be Compassionate. It Is, Above All To Matter, To Count, To Stand For Something, To Have Made Some Difference That You Lived At All.

I Never Cease Being Dumbfounded By The Unbelievable Things People Believe.

For Some Not To Be Martyrs Is Martyrdom Indeed.