When it is useful to them, men can believe a theory of which they know nothing more than its name.

In any series of elements to be controlled, a selected small fraction, in terms of numbers of elements, always accounts for a large fraction in terms of effect.

Give me a fruitful error any time, full of seeds, bursting with its own corrections. You can keep your sterile truth for yourself.

The assertion that men are objectively equal is so absurd that it does not even merit being refuted.

Among civilized peoples, especially the very wealthy population of the United States of America, women have become objects of luxury who consume but do not produce.

For a very long time, and among a large number of peoples, political power has belonged to the owners of the land.

It is a know fact that almost all revolutions have been the work, not of the common people, but of the aristocracy, and especially of the decayed part of the aristocracy.

Society is not homogeneous, and those who do not deliberately close their eyes have to recognize that men differ greatly from one another from the physical, moral, and intellectual viewpoints.

The intent of sincere humanitarians is to do good to society, just as the intent of the child who kills a bird by to much fondling is to do good to the bird.

The party that called itself liberal aimed at respecting the liberty to dispose of one's own goods

My wish is to construct a system of sociology on the model of celestial mechanics, physics, and chemistry.

Yo, múltiple, como en contradicción

Some persons talk simply because they think sound is more manageable than silence.

It was astonishing to see how angry Cersei could wax over accusations she knew perfectly well to be true.

If you can give your walls history, it supports the action that's happening in front of them.

There is a big difference to someone being born with vision loss, to a kid having vision loss, to a senior having macular degeneration and losing their sight.

Will none wipe the sneer off the face of the cosmos?

The Lady' is a piddling little magazine that no one cares about or buys.

I write toward both idealism and reality - how things are and how I wish they could be.

Our quaint metaphysical opinions, in an hour of anguish, are like playthings by the bedside of a child deathly sick.

When their love was not reciprocated, it could quickly turn to violent hatred.