In seasons of tumult and discord bad men have most power; mental and moral excellence require peace and quietness.
Criticism is like champagne, nothing more execrable if bad, nothing more excellent if good.
True friendship is like sound health; the value of it is seldom known until it is lost.
Money is the most envied, but the least enjoyed. Health is the most enjoyed, but the least envied.
Time is the most undefinable yet paradoxical of things; the past is gone, the future is not come, and the present becomes the past, even while we attempt to define it.
Wealth after all is a relative thing since he that has little and wants less is richer than he that has much and wants more.
He that is good will infallibly become better, and he that is bad will as certainly become worse; for vice, virtue, and time are three things that never stand still.
You need to invent things and you need to get them to people. You need to commercialize those inventions. Obviously, the best way we've come up with doing that is through companies.
As long as you're remembering baby Jesus, does it matter when you're remembering him. That's what I'm saying about Christmas, I might not be in the mood for it December 25th.
Time is a river sweeping away all that is born towards the darkest shore.
Sex is the point of contact between man and nature, where morality and good intentions fall to primitive urges.