Love not Pleasure; love God. - Thomas Carlyle

The fine arts once divorcing themselves from truth are quite certain to fall mad, if they do not die.

War is a quarrel between two thieves too cowardly to fight their own battle; therefore they take boys from one village and another village, stick them into uniforms, equip them with guns, and let them loose like wild beasts against each other.

Tell me what kind of man governs a People, you tell me, with much exactness, what the net sum-total of social worth in that People has for some time been.