Man Is An Emotional Animal,

And Last Are The Few Whose Delight Is In Meditation And Understanding; Who Yearn Not For Goods, Nor For Victory, But For Knowledge; Who Leave Both Market And Battlefield To Lose Themselves In The Quiet Clarity Of Secluded Thought; Whose Will Is A Light Rather Than A Fire, Whose Haven Is Not Power But Truth: These Are The Men Of Wisdom, Who Stand Aside Unused By The World.

Liberty Is A Product Of Order.

History Is Mostly Guessing; The Rest Is Prejudice.

Civilization Is Not Inherited; It Has To Be Learned And Earned By Each Generation Anew; If The Transmission Should Be Interrupted For One Century, Civilization Would Die, And We Should Be Savages Again.

We Are What We Repeatedly Do. Excellence, Then, Is Not An Act, But A Habit.