Every Socialist outbreak only blazes new paths for Capitalism.

Formerly no one was allowed to think freely; now it is permitted, but no one is capable of it any more. Now people want to think only what they are supposed to think, and this they consider freedom.

When the ordinary thought of a highly cultivated people begins to regard 'having children' as a question of pro's and con's, the great turning point has come.

Through money, democracy becomes its own destroyer, after money has destroyed intellect.

Fortunately, at the last hour, there were always a few soldiers to save Civilization.

Socialism is nothing but the capitalism of the lower classes.

What is truth? For the multitude, that which it continually reads and hears.

Optimism is cowardice.

Peace is a desire, war is a fact; and history has never paid heed to human desires and ideals.

The secret of all victory lies in the organization of the non-obvious.

I maintain that to-day many an inventor, many a diplomat, many a financier is a sounder philosopher than all those who practise the dull craft of experimental psychology.

Love is like the wind, you can't see it but you can feel it.

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Salcombe Hardy groaned: "How long, O Lord, how long shall we have to listen to all this tripe about commercial arsenic? Murderers learn it now at their mother's knee.

The land-relation is still strictly economic, entailing privileges but not obligations

It's very unfortunate that war has always been and probably always will be a part of human beings on this planet. It's a terrible thing.

I'm from Planet Nomi where I wear black lipstick so you can see my lips and what I am doing with them.

I can always tell which is the front end of a horse, but beyond that, my art is not above the ordinary.

There's always some promoter having an '80s night, saying, We'll supply the band. All you can drink.

By giving kids an allowance, you teach that child to work for money rather than learn to create money.

She wore white heirloom lace about her throat And in her hair a bright golden feather A pearl like a plum hung ripe from her neck But her smile fetched ten gold together