The Only Condition Of Peace In This

Knowledge-it Excites Prejudices To Call It Science-is Advancing As Irresistibly, As Majestically, As Remorselessly As The Ocean Moves In Upon The Shore.

Old Age Is Fifteen Years Older Than I Am.

The Mode By Which The Inevitable Comes To Pass Is Effort.

Old Age Is Like An Opium Dream. Nothing Seems Real Except The Unreal.

The Individual Will Always Be A Minority. If A Man Is In A Minority Of One, We Lock Him Up.