Although I Cannot Lay An Egg, I

Security, The Chief Pretense Of Civilization, Cannot Exist Where The Worst Of Dangers, The Danger Of Poverty, Hangs Over Everyone's Head.

Get Out Of My Way; For I Won't Stop For You.

If The Wicked Flourish And The Fittest Survive, Nature Must Be The God Of Rascals.

I Dread Success. To Have Succeeded Is To Have Finished One's Business On Earth, Like The Male Spider Who Is Killed By The Female The Moment He Has Succeeded In His Courtship. I Like The State Of Continual Becoming, With A Goal In Front And Not Behind.

Beware Of False Knowledge; It Is More Dangerous Than Ignorance.