The man and the movement seemed 'reactionary' in my eyes.

What a piece of work is a man! How noble in reason! How infinite in faculties! In form and moving, how express and admirable! In action how like an angel! In apprehension how like a god! The beauty of the world! The paragon of animals! And yet, to me, what is this quintessence of dust?

Let every man be respected as an individual and no man idolized.

Let no man pull you so low as to hate him.

Being the richest man in the cemetery doesn't matter to me ... Going to bed at night saying we've done something wonderful... that's what matters to me.

Suspicion and jealousy never did help any man in any situation.