Every age has its peculiar folly: Some scheme, project, or fantasy into which it plunges, spurred on by the love of gain, the necessity of excitement, or the force of imitation.

Water is the mother of the vine, the nurse and fountain of fecundity, the adorner and refresher of the world.

Men, it has been well said, think in herds; it will be seen that they go mad in herds, while they only recover their senses slowly, and one by one.

He who has mingled in the fray of duty that the brave endure, must have made foes. If you have none, small is the work that you have done.

An arrow may fly through the air and leave no trace; but an ill thought leaves a trail like a serpent.

Money, again, has often been a cause of the delusion of the multitudes. Sober nations have all at once become desperate gamblers, and risked almost their existence upon the turn of a piece of paper.

Nations, like individuals, cannot become desperate gamblers with impunity. Punishment is sure to overtake them sooner or later.

Extraordinary Popular Delusions and the Madness of Crowds

Some love to roam o'er the dark sea's foam, Where the shrill winds whistle free.

But the sunshine aye shall light the sky, As round and round we run; And the truth shall ever come uppermost, And justice shall be done.

War in men's eyes shall be A monster of iniquity In the good time coming. Nations shall not quarrel then, To prove which is the stronger; Nor slaughter men for glory's sake; - Wait a little longer.

This instant which I cannot leave, which locks me in and limits me on every side, this instant I am made of will be no more than a confused dream.

Any empathic person who knows how valuable time is will think twice before wasting another person's time, because losing time is losing a part of your life.

Ninety percent of the politicians give the other ten percent a bad reputation.

Guilt: punishing yourself before God doesn't.

I spend all my time right now trying to combat music retail and copyright.

There is always a prepared place for a prepared person.

I read Nietzsche when I was a teenager and then I went back to reading him when I was in my thirties, and his voice spoke directly to me. Nietzsche is such a superb literary artist.

You can tell a lot from someone's eyes.

Don’t,” Michael said. It was soft, and it was a warning, through and through. “You try to hurt her again and I’ll pull your arm off.

If God is, why is there evil? But if God is not, why is there good?