In all of us, even in good men, there is a lawless wild-beast nature, which peers out in sleep.

Eaten bread is soon forgotten. Dangers which are warded off by effective precautions and foresight are never even remembered.

We make our buildings and afterwards they make us. They regulate the course of our lives.

There are men in the world who derive an exaltation from the proximity of disaster and ruin, as other from success.

People are always blaming their circumstances for what they are. I don't believe in circumstances.

Imperfection is inherited, therefore we all sin, but fighting the war of sin is the greatest war of all because we all die in the end, no matter how hard we fight.