The ploughman knows how many acres he shall upturn from dawn to sunset: but the thinker knows not what a day may bring forth. - John Lancaster Spalding

Altruism is a barbarism. Love is the word.

To secure approval one must remain within the bounds of conventional mediocrity. Whatever lies beyond, whether it be greater insight and virtue, or greater stolidity and vice, is condemned. The noblest men, like the worst criminals, have been done to death.

No occupation is more tiresome or depressing than that of killing time. It is the cause of lifeweariness, the punishment the soul inflicts upon itself when reduced to passiveness and servitude.