Envy is more irreconcilable than hate. It is the most corroding of all political vices and also a great power in our land. The friends of freedom are content to be envied, but envy not.

A government debt is a government claim against personal income and private property - an unpaid tax bill.

A 'social justice' society is a conflict which locks beneficiaries and victims alike in a struggle without end. It becomes a society torn apart by resentment over the wealth of capitalists.

No other commodity enjoys as much universal acceptability and marketability as gold.

Unfortunately, it is not in the power of government to make everyone more prosperous. Government can only raise the income of one person by taking from another.

War cannot be driven out by war, for the use of evil breeds more evil, hostility more hostility, and the use of force more force.

Political power intoxicates the best hearts. No man is wise enough, nor good enough, to be trusted with much political power.

The government transfers income and wealth according to the rules of politics, which make politicians the primary beneficiaries of the system, and the poor and needy the primary victims.

Instead of safeguarding truth and honesty, the state then tends to become a major source of insincerity and mendacity.

Centers of unionism are also the centers of unemployment.

Government is rather ill-suited and poorly equipped to alleviate the plight of the poor. It lacks moral rules or standards, and is devoid of basic principles in economic and social matters.

I felt once more how simple and frugal a thing is happiness: a glass of wine, a roast chestnut, a wretched little brazier, the sound of the sea. Nothing else.

I went to Catholic high school for half a year and religion wasn't the cool thing to talk about even at a catholic high school. It never came up.

I have a to-do list and I have a farm I care for, and things I like to do for fun - going to movies and all that stuff. It's a painfully normal life!

Guys don't go for me. Period. I don't distract them. They don't sneak glances in my direction. They don't think of me when I'm not standing right in front of them. I'm scenery. I'm background.

The avant-garde is to the left what jingoism is to the right. Both are a refuge in nonsense.

Confusion is a word we have invented for an order which is not understood.

It is the weight, not numbers of experiments that is to be regarded.

I'm accused of cleverness as if it were a sin. She is merely clever, they say.

When you have counted eighty years and more, Time and Fate will batter at your door; But if you should survive to be a hundred, Your life will be death to the very core.

That's the good part of dying; when you've nothing to lose, you run any risk you want.